Lips of glass
Their touch so deep
Cold, enchanting bliss
The dying dreams,
A rose for the dead ones...
Sometimes they want to die
Sometimes
[Deceit: ]
What a precious mistake thou has made
A fool you
My forbidden desire
Shone deeply within mine eyes
Archaic visions awakened
Hi
[Child: ] Do the children ever sing?
[The Beautiful: ] Alas,
[Wisdom: ]
I deny thee entrance in my beautiful garden
For it
[The Cast]
[The Beautiful: Ancient queen of the earthen season and
Wings of sorrow
Lift me from sleep
My eternal spirit
Uneasy in its
[Deceit: ]
Now must choose O' wretched soul, for thyself,
Crosses of silk, soil of stone and streams of blood
Winds