My canvas smeared with blood-red tears, Lachrythmation of the dead  By life betrayed to endless sleep, to live within a dream  once dressed as white as wintersnow, now drenched in blood I lay  The pulse within, like ice still pounds, like frost throughout my veins    In blindless cwawls, through the maze of time  through the sinister dark, the meander of dreams  My hear is cold, every beat now hurts  As a sculpure of stone I rest    As a statue with a broken heart, in my gallery of dreams as art  as lifeless drawings to behold and explore, my life within the dark  Embraced within the veils of death, encircled in its web  To witness life beyond the dead, on dreamers doss I lay.    A reflection of my past, from the unkown mirrorglas  beholds my sepulchral rest  As a shadow of me from death torn free  to walk the path of dreams    My canvas smeared with blood-red tears, Lachrythmation of the dead  By life betrayed to endless sleep, to live within a dream  once dressed as white as wintersnow, now drenched in blood I lay  The pulse within, like ice still pounds, like frost throughout my veins    I follow his call from the other side and leave my petrified flesh behind  With the part of me that never died, Ifinally unite    The pulse within, like ice still pounds, the frost throughout my veins