Dusk - Paled | Текст песни

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• Dusk
• Paled

all scourges passed
the world shrinks
saddened by eloquence pure
taketh thy verse
we shall suffer acutely
o' great lake of tears
a solemn mass sung
from olden catacombs
pale men lie wreathed
...in gloom

frolicking wings of monarch, doth crumble and morning dew shall

too oft i weep
for our discord begotten
as every last eye will close.

a shoreline haven succumbed, to mirage inevitable

embrace within our weakend arms

shan't we view our fallen oaks
timid fawns
shed sullen tears

i, a worn man
forced to submit
stumble
manifest grief

therefore i withdraw my pen in nocturnal repose