Stay with me a while. Rise above the vile. Name my final rest. Pored into my chest. . Into the orchard I walk, peering way past the gate. Wilted scenes for us who couldn't wait.
Marauder. Staining the soil, midst of stillness. Beloved fraternity to an end. Red eyes probe the scene. . All the same. Stilted for the beholder. Depravity from the core.
Into the trees. Past meadow grounds. And further away from my home. Baying behind me. I hear the hounds. Flock's chasing to find me alone. . A trail of sickness.
You wait by the window. Morning's breath on the sill. Idle hands given another try. So you wait and you savour the moment. Outside the canvas turned white.
Ghost of Mother. Lingering death. Ghost on Mother's bed. Black strands on the pillow. Contour of her health. Twisted face upon the head. . Ghost of perdition.
The memories that now rests in this forest. Forever shadowing the sunrise of my heart. Wings leave their nest at my coming. Swaying away unto the cold glowing sky.
Hey you, will you be true. When you can see through what I do. Feel the pain in your brain, insane. Will I see my name in your scars. . And you will see what you mean to me.
I can't see your face. And I can't breathe your air. So I wonder why I get cold inside. When I hear your name. . When we meet eye to eye. I will ask how and why.
Losing sleep, in too deep. Fading sun, what have I done. Came so close to what I need most. Nothing left here. . Cut the ties, uncovered disguise. Left behind all intertwined.
The grave of our youth is up ahead. And life has become a burden. We move in circles of suppressed despair. Waiting for the sun. And turning stones to find evidence.
Eternal rains will come. We should say goodbye. And suffer on our own. As all our thoughts were wrong. . So hard to keep the darkness from seeping through.
By the turnstile beckons a damsel fair. The face of Melinda neath blackened hair. No joy would flicker in her eyes. Brooding sadness came to a rise. .
There it was.. The final destiny.. A sunrise that never came,. Still the night lamp that never faded away.. Farewell was the word,. And the afterglow was the brave morning..
Please remedy my confusion. And thrust me back to the day. The silence of your seclusion. Brings night into all you say. . Pull me down again. And guide me into pain.
What is left when the morning comes. Is the memory of a future. And when my plight is done. There is nothing left to hold onto. . There were friends waiting at my door.
Someone died for looking too far. While I was asleep in my house. A child was killed, I heard it from a friend. A war raged in a distant land. Cost me to linger on a piece of text.
Lost, here is nowhere. Searching home still. Turning past me, all are gone. Time is now. . The omen showed, took me away. Preparations are done, this can't last.
Nr jag tnker p den stndiga resan genom livet. Nr det alltid knns som hst. D vnder sej vinden sakta mot norr. och blommorna dr. Det faller regn i mina drmmar.