Wasted, glorious dead
It has to come
All the dead are lost
You,
I fall in love
For a moment
Before I hit despair
I turn
Time has a numbing effect
I weep and, I have wept
To
Are you close to
Or far from your conscience?
As the petals
Black sun dying
Black sun rising
Is this impure
Is this impure?
Shadow of
This bondage
It has no charms
Silence and evil weigh down my
Smashed to bits
In the peace of the night
He craved power
And,
I'm alone
You're alone
The weary moon
From the night before
Sinks into the
Where memories come
And, memories go
To the globe of darkness
Turned a
The dawn is ours
If the dream is pure
Who invites the
