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|Album:||My Arms, Your Hearse|
|Lyrics:||Red sun rising somewhere through the dense fog.|
The portrait of the jaded dawn who had seen it
This day wept on my shoulders. Still the same as yesterday.
This path seems
endless, body is numb.
The soul has lost its flame.
Walking in familiar traces to find my
way back home.
So there I was. Within the sobriety of the immortals.
A semblance of
supernatural winds passing through,
The garden sighs, flowers die.
The gate was closed
that day, but I was bound to carry on.
She could not see me through the windows.
dismay, strangest twist upon her lips.
Graven face, she said my name.
Once inside I heard
whispers in the parlour.
The gilded faces grin, aware of my final demise.
And I cried, I
knew she had lied.
Her obsession had died, it had died.
When can I take you from this
When is the word but a sigh?
When is death our lone beholder?
When do we walk
the final steps?
When can we scream instead of whisper?
When is the new beginning, the end
of this sad Madrigal
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