الأغاني:
Novembers Doom Amid It S Hallowed Mirth

day. Such happiness in her face and radiance in a smile. Although I cannot hear her voice she speaks with the tongue of an angel. Two souls dance in Novembers

chest and echoing through my soul. Not a voice, nor any angel can bring me to my knees faster, then the softness of it's touch. Drowning my strength, as it

with no tongue speaks no truth Although, a women's scent speaks a thousand words. Do you understand me now? It is I who wallows in Aurora's garden. You

: (Sorrow) Fearless is the heart of he who divides the Gods. For I could never expose my heart to such madness. Can you hear it calling? Can you hear

will never need your tears as long as the air is free to soar. So smell the flower of hope and indulge in its sweet pollen. Examine your body for it is