Из альбома: The Fate of Angels
Bring to me your heart divine,
Swept ashore by constant winds
Swift and harsh, they crash against me,
I plead for closure, it is time
Leaves silent in their decent,
A frigid branch left bare and weak
The brutal winter approaches soon,
Leaving behind a tired man
The sky so dark,
Reeks of your cries
Tear out my eyes,
Now I'm blind
Remove my tongue,
Before I taste (the bitter residue)
Entwined in this web I lay,
It's so dark
Devastated by your disregard,
I fall