الأغاني: Novembers Doom. Suffer The Red Dream.

I can see the twilight and twisted shadows it creates
I can hear the heartbeat of life's lost sorrow
Never once can one man dream the absence of a holy shrine
Eating dirt to fill this void that remains empty and dry

Liquid from my tears that plummet for eternity
Help to drown the flowers and sprout yet another cry
For all these fallen angels and the Gods in which they serve
Where will they go when it all comes crashing down?

Your smile doesn't help me and your laughter holds no joy
I never asked for your pity or your worthless love
All of this means nothing to a heart that does not beat
For this is no salvation and the darkness shrouds my face

In between this granite frown and a smile made from blood
The placement of my hands shall cover my eyes of black
No words can leave my mouth for my throat is coarse and dry
And my legs quake beneath me, falling before my pain

Kneel before the suffering and cover your face with earth
Smother yourself with elegance and dream the dream of red