For those whove heard the bells ringing
For those whove felt my gazing eyes
I am what you call a dream
To whom I draw the
line of sanity
To furthest hill I long my tears (to fall)
Til my soul leaves this poignant world
To be what is one with the
night
I am what is your inmost might
For who has seen those windswept flowers
For who has held the rarest rose
I shall
crown him as the king to be
While his servants laments shall be my wine
I am what will forever be
In blood that is
written
From the wounds of your pale skin
To join those who have risen
I am eternally lost in the winds of oblivion
In
portraits of shadowed life
I saw her embraced by the light
A light which you shall never see
For you are what is
forlorned
Forlorned shall never be
Just a pale mourning of those forgotten
Filled with sorrow drowned in my endless
tears
Under the stars of the nightly sky
I have wept a thousand times
In my bitter sadness
I can now see the beauty in
death
As I vanished to forever sleep
I saw the angels that wept
I saw the angels of death
