Troubled warnings shriek in the night
Unutterable things in mystical power
Blighted by a celestial nightmare
On ominous shores
The departure of the strange miracles
That shone so lovely in the sky like Orion
Retreat like raptures in the stars
Now cold in raven’s claws
The liquid mind dreams of the moon
Dancing in the night
Veiled by demoniac clouds
Speak to us, sweet Sorceress
And our mournful spirits
Will go beyond a funeral march
To the grave
The last fatal kiss in cold black days
Is like a crawling spider in the crying rain
Searching for things you dare not name
The sun and its death burst into flames
The night opens its eyes to a night palace
Where there exists a solemn hymn in the wind
Sorrow is the dying years
In our raw and bloodless hearts
In exile, the living skeletons remain
The living dead
In the cradle of despair
The piano plays in an empty room
On the canvas of our soul’s depths
Destined star, oh mirror…despair, calm
Distant like a celestial dream, so afar
Pale warriors, bittersweet is the mouth
Of memories where the shadowed
Chariot takes us
You carry fear as a savior
If one day your bed becomes a grave
Will your thoughts fade away?
Will injustice disappear?
Will the gods perish?
Who will stop the rain?
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