We're told of our outcome in silent rage and anger We're bent out of focus facing the chasing danger Miles away, miles away, we're miles away But the clouds of dawn
taste of loneliness cut through the earliness and oh, the wind sang of you, softly they said, All my fav'rite dreams were dead, Leaving a cloud of sadness
promised land Our funeral curator - cups the earth with skeletal hands [(II) Tunnel Of Death] [Pt.5 Alarm Bells In Paradise] [(I) Mourning Of A Paused Dawn] Dawn
The Blood Red Moon, Frost And Fire Gloom Usurper Of Lost Innocence, Magic, Iron & Stone I'm The King Of The Dead, With One Foot In Hell Awaiting To
red wine, her dead lips on mine Suffused with the perfume of night For hours I scoured the surrounding grounds In vain that we might meet When storm clouds
Will they come to understand... So ends the pitiful reign of Man When the moon exhales Behind a veil Of widowhood and clouds On a Biblical scale We
From the cradle to enslave? Sickle constellations Stud the belts that welt the sky Whilst the bitter winter moon Prowls the cloud, dead-eyed Like shifting
Deep forests impale the sinister mist Their sorcery taught to the clouds Who muster like mountains, a fountainous wish To vex the sweet dead from silk
Savage and unforgiving Like an untamed ocean lashing out at the shore Like a cancerous virus infecting the breath of life A plague wrapped in a black cloud
