[Music by Breyer (12/98 - 1/99)]
The texture of the soul is a liquid that casts a vermilion flood From a wound carved as an oath; it fills the river bank a sanguine fog These arms were
The woeful silence and wind's reflection Of your body's pale ode, an icy fortress of blood and ages Sky fire above, ice below the hearth Fall away from
It was when I realized that life has no meaning no purpose, no quarry ...no answeres... And all the dreary night that had befallen across the land I
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Like snowfall, you cry a silent storm Your tears paint rivers on this oaken wall. . . Amber nectar, misery ichor . . .cascading in streams of hallowed
Oh dismal mourning... I open my weary eyes once again My life has been left hollow and ashes have filled the gorge of my within Last night I hoped
The shallow voice of the wind Cries between these ebony wings The shallow cries of the wind Sing a swan song for mankind Shine on morning sky fire Ablaze
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...Blood on my hands... I walked in the shadows 'neth an azure midnight sky I walked in the shadows to abscond a life not my own I walked in the night
There lies a beauty behind forbidden wooden doors A beauty so rare and pure, it would make human eyes bleed and burn... ...She killed herself in the
The jagged lines in these wooden hands speak of a silent aeon below the depths of an austere ebon tide for centuries kingdoms have risen upon the ancient
Written in the waters... [voice of the dead:] "Our shadows seep into the dusk like cranes that melt into the pool; a black lake in which they descend
They escaped the weight of darkness to forge a path into the marrow of the spirit They chose to drown in a deeper vacancy an emptiness that quells the