As the light of the ever fading sun dies  like a candles flame taken by the wind  darkness reveals it's beauty  from the shadows  haunting it beckons me  calling my name    Slowly I transcend into a world so dark  a place where the sun never rises  the wrath of the heavens send onward storms  blood rains from the skies wounds. . . so softly    So warm so soft  like the taste of your tranquil kiss  your tranquil kiss from your soft bleeding lips  the anger of clashing thunder  sings a song of hate  sings a song of hate so strong. . .    A black rose blooms it blooms from a weed  and reeks the dark sent of death  I close my eyes and all I feel is sadness  only to open them and see darkness    Is this a dream I wish to never awaken  darkness I beg of you take me eternally  each step I take closer  pulls me further away    So warm so soft  like the taste of your tranquil kiss  your tranquil kiss from your soft bleeding lips  the anger of clashing thunder  sings a song of hate  sings a song of hate so strong. . .    "In this garden of grief I stand alone  scarlet rain it falls and I dream of you  the angel I thought I knew  the angel I thought was you. . ."