As the snow kiss the heavy cement heart
a cold distance begin to stretch it's isolated fingers
covering these bodies in a blanket of veil darkness
old black oak reach out towards the grey cobwebs stone
weakness dance in the flame of it's devil's glory
it reads: 'Here lies a loving son and friend"
night angels begin the song of mistold fortune
placing a white rose does the virgin cry
good-bye seem to be the only key of letting go
image haunt these invailed nights
stain red his virgin sleep in depth
cut out by the pain of his beating mind
forever gone the lover bliss remain
shadow by unwanted sanity that linger
in hell they shall be one
forever doubt by fates path
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