Nothing, nothing can make me stay as no one No one can feel this pain I just tried to taste a piece of heaven I am falling again Dying inside I am falling
back as he cares to remember, He used to see his old man lose the temper. And Mama's pretty face would catch it all. On a regular basis the nest would fall
one cares Have the poets all left us? Like dead roses in gardens of sadness Their petals fall like the tears I cried for thee Have the poets all left us? Will anyone mourn
[Music: Schulman] [Lyrics: Schulman] Our dream became reality as we enter the path of mourning The dark lord, our master, we follow the way foretold
to That scene of autumn ... Fragile Caress Scenes of an autumn ... Let her come back again But while this empty feather Goes on to write on mourning
more fallen, no more enemy Fall into sleep, fall into me, I have a dream, but nobody Cares, nobody wants to listen Fall into sleep, fall into me, hang
Myzery] You caught me! But you'll never hand me over to Myzery! You have to kill me first! Violent J Ahem, we are gathered here today to mourn the loss
of life and love I shall never again behold her grace nor her divinity upon thy eyes Like grains of black sand falling through thy desperate grasp I have mourned
[PROLOGUE] By the last Caress of light I wander threw shattered Horizons Far below the scorched land Whilst a new dawn overcomes Engulfing the fainted
mourns your unknown soldier count the cost For a second you'll be famous but labelled posthumous Forgotten sons Forgotten sons Ring o' roses, they all fall
as he cares to remember, he used to see his old man lose the temper. And Mama's pretty face would catch it all. On a regular basis the nest would fall
more, no more When the tears start to fall and you can't see your way Just carry on, c'mon, Judgment Day You don't have to mourn, help's on the way '
more fallen No more enemy Fall into sleep, fall into me, I have a dream But nobody cares, nobody wants to listen Fall into sleep, fall into me, hang
That scene of autumn ... Fragile Caress Scenes of an autumn ... Let her come back again But while this empty feather Goes on to write on mourning The
heart froze to ice In the gloomy sky The silence where dead angels lie Touch the snow Caress the lifeless sculptures Die! The blackness that falls
