Autumn Tears - Black Heaven

Versuri Autumn Tears - Black Heaven

[Deceit: ]
what A Precious Mistake Thou Has Made
a Fool You Hath Made Of Me
...So Be It
i Take Thee Now With
vengeance And Fury
my Wrath Shall I Beset
upon The Souls Of Innocence

see Me Now
as I Spread My Darkening Wings
pity Them As They
speak My Name In Vain
my Divine Pleasure Taken
in Watching Them Die
thus, Ever They Shall Suffer As I Do

ornate Wisdom
revealed In Mine Eyes
i Shall Sip The Wine
of Tumultuous Life
my Kiss And A Promise
i Shall Give Thee Now
never Shall I Weep
as They Cry Out My Name

a Hymn To My Wandering Light
blackening Sun, Emptiness
taste Victory Unquenched
throughout My Millennia
embodied By This Distortion
of My Withering Stare

fools, Have Thy Moment Of Glory
as My Blanket Of Death Unfolds
upon Thy Children
watch My Glorious Triumph In Hatred
regret Thy Error As I Take Them:
one By One

[Wisdom: ]
a Mask I Wear Of Infinite Gestures
a Vale Of Dusk Beyond My Jaded Horizon
death For Thee Hath Many Faces
life Hath But Only One

[Deceit: ]
prepare Thyself For My Victorious Era
as Showers Of Blood Spill Forth Upon Thee
from The Ebony Gates
of My Black Heaven

Autumn Tears - The never

Versuri Autumn Tears - The never

Do tell me why my dreams
Speak to me always of never?
For I am the never, the ever dreaming senses
Within the windows of mine eyes, the beauty is ever shame

This searing imagery roots within my consciousness
Imagery that which I wish to know of, and wish not to know of
They are one in the same
The silence of screaming, deep within the void of my never
Take away the emptiness

The dance echoes its imagery to me
Again and again... and again
Our dance... our very last dance
Taunting me, taunting delicately around the empty carousel
Of what I now wish to be and what remains of my dreams

Why must I dream of the flourishing fountain
Ever flowing with the blood of al whom hath cried out my name?

Forget not my name
The dance echoes its imagery to me
Again and again... and again
Our dance... our very last dance
Taunting me, taunting delicately around the empty carousel
Of what I now wish to be and what remains of my dreams

A glimpse of a beautiful painting slips away
Leaving in its place a canvas of endless black...
Yet the illusion remaïns