Carry me and throw me, into the waters that kept you and yours alive. ...and if that was fear... I'd leave you with your doves. You'd want to eat the
...went away with my fathers, to gather the fallen. To return with the wisdom of the kings... Let me dream. (Let the jewels gleam.) Let the fallen hear
A distant cry... From whom I perished for? No... You are born... ...the winterburden I bled your tears once. If only I could wither, You, That May Wither
Strange how mysteriousness bound us and drags us through these dark times Strange how the twilight encourages us and fills us with awesome pride. Strange
I slumber throught my years, like the desert moves with the wind. Frozen and flickering, the lustful year has met its end. A wanderer I am indeed... ...
I swarm deserted away, like glass... Warm, and as fevers, I am as flame. I am death... For I, I weave our blasphemies... Wicthes painted me, Like the
A shelter for me in the storm, to faint, and see ravens fly. I am the one worthy, to carry those born with wings. Swim with me, meet my dreamking...
Autumn witches standing barefoot in the sea. Singing songs that even brought the devil to his knees. We shall inherit the time... Like the thunder stands
This sweetness that surrounded us, and bled with us... We touched it, and it smelt far worse than weeds... I have touched winds... I have touched sorrows
The dust the Dreamking and I. Kept restrained like the flesh between the ribbons. We did what the sun forbade us to. Oh how mournful we are, soon to
Listen, hear my demons dance after a view and a fallen star, they gather. Look, see my demons gleam they've brought us stains and my bubbles bother.
Admire it in its sleep. Wounded, and embraced by dreams. Whatever wanders in these depths, it shall carry along. This shore is for the throne... I am
I slumber throught my years. Like the desert moves with the wind. Frozen and flickering, the lustful year has met its end. A wanderer I am indeed.....
Carry me and throw me, into the waters that kept you and yours alive. .....and if that was fear..... I'd leave you with your doves. You'd want to eat
A distant cry... From what I perished for? No.... It was born... The winterburden. I bled its tears once... Oh, if only it could wither, wither in the
