In my mind, in my thoughts,
They haunt me everywhere...
Stuck in a story,
a legend never truth...
Opera of Sorrow
By My Decadent...
A Sorrow That Will Never Fade
By My Decadent...
Passionate kisses upon a dying man.
The light is fading from his eyes...
Blood stains the dirt
This garden holds hurt...
Left in that field of bending flowers
laying on that floor for hours and hours...
When my father gave you my hand.
To hold and warm in cold times...
I'm tired of this year
This year of tears and sorrows...
You may find in your cloying dreams,
Sickeningly twisted figures invade your things...
She was cursed..
Her blood impure...
The ghost of her past lurks in the halls
She has flashbacks of all her falls...