In the corner beside my window There hangs a lonely photograph There is no reason I'd never notice A memory that could hold me back There is a wound
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've gone away, the bed
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
Red sun rising somewhere through the dense fog. The portrait of the jaded dawn who had seen it all before. This day wept on my shoulders. Still the same
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
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
Kept warm by the light of the lantern Lost sight of everything tonight My presence blackens their pattern A pock in the healthy and calm Their scorn
I arose from the lullaby Enduring yet another tale You tempt me again With your embrace, so tainted Within the night you beckon Cursing me with every
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
Without you I cannot confide in anything The hope is pale designed in light of dreams you bring Summer's gone, the day is done soon comes the night Biding
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The sigh of summer upon my return Fifteen alike since I was here Bathed in deep fog, blurring my trail Snuffing the first morning rays Weary from what
We entered winter once again Naked, freezing from my breath 'Neath the lid all limbs tucked away This coffin is your abode, from now and onwards Your
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
Unchain the colors before my eyes Yesterday's sorrows, tomorrow's white lies Scan the horizon, the clouds take me higher I shall return from out of the
Stay with me a while Rise above the vile Name my final rest Poured into my chest Into the orchard I walk peering way past the gate Wilted scenes for
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
I lost all I had that April day I turn to my friends Nothing to say I wrote down a name And read it twice I wallow in shame I said, that I love eternal