There is a voice calling for me. There is a light coming down on me. There is a doubt that is clearing. There is a day that is dawning. . There is a wound that is healing.
Our abode 'mongst the stars is waiting,. Long enough for our last breath of life.. You stare at nothing, right through me,. At times resembling the Devil's concubine..
We entered Winter once again. Naked, freezing from my breath. â??Neath the lid, all limbs tucked away. This coffin is your abode from now and onwards.
Liquid is in your throat. For hopeless delight. After all you fell in love with death. Life has aborted. All you've had and all you became. . The night is calling, you pray forth.
There's a sense of longing in me. As I read Rosemary's letter. Her writing's honest. Can't forget the years she's lost. . In isolation. She talks about her love.
And as they say, grief is only able to possess.. The rotting body clad in ancient clothes. Is left behind with a wave of the hand.. I have gone away. The bed is cold and empty..
Seven milestones.... Under a watching autumn eye. Contorted trees are spreading forth. The message of the wind. . With frozen hands I rode with the stars.
I can't see the meaning of this life I'm leading. I try to forget you as you forgot me. This time there is nothing left for you to take. This is goodbye.
I can't see the meaning of this life I'm leading. I try to forget you as you forgot me. This time there is nothing left for you to take. This is goodbye.
I feel the dark when I see you. I feel the dark when I see you. . Loosen the harness of trust. Survey an impulse of lust. The thespian is far away. Uprooted yet forced to stay.
Seven milestones.... Under a watching autumn eye. Contorted trees are spreading forth. The message of the wind. . With frozen hands I rode with the stars.
Title spelling: Hessian Peel. . Will the children cry. When their mother dies. And in the autumn of their lives. Will they feel the same?. . [reversed lyrics 2:04-2:22].
In the corner beside my window. Hangs a lonely photograph. There is a reason I never notice it. Memory that could hold me back. . There is a wound that's always bleeding.
Found a way to rid myself clean of pain. And the fever that's been haunting me. Has gone away. . Looking through my window. I seem to recognize. All the people passing by.
In the corner beside my window. Hangs a lonely photograph. There is a reason I never notice it. Memory that could hold me back. . There is a wound that's always bleeding.
Will their children cry. When their mother dies. And in the autumn of their lives. Will they feel the same?. . [reversed lyrics 2:03-2:22]. . The longing for me.
Two years. In your heart. One moment of doubt. . Two lives. Torn apart. One second from now. . Held him. In your arms. Your fever subside. Always safe from harm.
A lifeline in a drop of blood. A dying wish shun a God. Sought a dream inside the light. Finally relieved from plight. . O this night is deceiving. One eternal Winter.
Long days. Slow waste. Sew lies. Sow hate. . So many years to clean the slate. Endless despair within its wake. His touch soiling what used to be clean.