Toward the ground, Sun finished its rounds
And with the hills did marry...
IT'S EMPTY AGAIN
I grab that bottle on the side of my bed...
Prophecy
The song of tears washed away...
Welcome the vampires
with black wings she comes...
I like to imagine in my head
that there's forest just for me...
The cold dark shadow
floats across the ground...
Night is my home and prison
searing,splattering...
Bursting in fire
The flames replenishing life...
[Verse 1]
I called your phone...
Oh Atropos do I beseech
Please treat me kind and fair...
I watch the setting sun
And think of what I have done...
I hadn't done it,
I lost hope...