Album: The Ethereal Mirror
White rose perfume go with thee on thy way
Unto the thy shaded tomb low music doth fall
Lightly as autumn leaves about they solemn
Pall. Faint incense rises. O'you, you fell away
From me my love, like all earthly things
Vanish into death's cold mysteries. Serpents
Marked with azure rings cathedrals where
Rich shadows fall, things strange curios
Solemn saviour. You promised me laughter in
Autumn days, now i can't awake from this
Lurid haze, i can't awake to laugh with you,
I'm so weary. Claws upon my flesh and statues
Of lost souls dominate this house. Angels have
No pity, their wings have turned to stone.
Come travel naked lovers beyond all dimen-
Sions of heaven and lie enchanted forever in
The lucid garden of dreams. In all animate
Sources and creation of belief we travel seas
Of illusions that begin at our dreams. Ethereal
Architects masters of all fate.