Versuri Arcane Grail - Autumn Wed Us, Sinned And Lone
Album: Arcane Grail - Arya Marga
Deep in the autumn's grave I lay Watching grey sky cries day by day Hearing the silent song of the past Feeling my future how comes to dust Winter comes on a yesterday's rain With bitter smile is painted in grey Dressed in a suit of frozen tears They are not mine -- but fallen leaves... Winter calls with the howl of winds Which intricate between branches of trees I foretell that my soul too Will go to pieces finding you Frozen earth still keeping my sleep My heart stopped beating under your feet There are no dreams as there are no you Here by my side, how sad but true... Summer blooms after springs down With worried flight of cirrus clouds Warned of a thunder in piercing rain They make me glad -- but worsened pain... Summer ends with the croak of rooks Which fly to south leaving my wounds I foretell that my reason too Will go to cities finding you Lie naked on wet bed I count our past lives in my head "Leave it behind!" Murrey blood and autumn wed Our fates that dyed in red... Wears of love Weave it from blood And rain of salt tears, Tears... Like bird of love Like light breeze's puff Sweeping us, beloved, to heavenly... Pain, filth, hate Bane, grief, Sate Your thirsting knife's blade, Copulate it with veins and wait for the trip Then tremors in throat, first step to the grip Of hairy queen's hand that wieldeth the rod Of the life or the mort Because you're fool, Self-dependent parting's tool Don't be unfaithful to your love, which granted by the Lucid Gods When Norn unites the clues of lots, creating flower of love Without fail we need to find our roving second half And without part we'll keep the flame of our hearts like only origin of life This zygote of true happiness and harmony for us Heed me, my love, I feel your heart Your darling warmth not far away but Impenetrable grounds divide Us and I trust we'll meet some time! Autumn roars with funeral gales It brings me cold, it roughly wales My weary soul that turns into sore Sophistic thoughts that clothed in gore Autumn falls with the gold of leafage I'll be eternal winter's liege You whisper me that "My heart misses!" For my clasps and ardent kisses... Ghostly smoke covers my bed -- Here I lay can't rise my head Under glass-painted by the frost -- I enchained my faith to lost Trembling, freezing in the fairy land I won't read the answer for the letter I've sent Sleeping, watching all the strangest dreams I will never rise again my wings... Anguished slough will not absorb Our feelings and our throb I please, believe and hope! Look upon the frights of mob Rise thyself o'er the globe!