Golden-Blue gaze watches from below
Wings bound...
A great battle has taken place
The battle of the age...
Though her dreams her wish is to keep,
Her sanity likes to play hide and seek...
My world is crashing down,
And I cant hold it on my sholders...
Violins mourn for the dead...
One thousand years on earth,
So shall be thy sentence...
The feeling of death,
lingers in the midst...
The crows.
They fill us with fear...
Torn wings run red,
He lies in blood he's bled...
Across the shadowed landscape my lover decends on...
His armor of burnt silver and his sword shimmering...
I know theres this place
*deep down in my soul...
Woe
Woe unto her who died by Cupid...