Night's Burden
By My Decadent...

Cruelty Brought Thee Orchids
By My Decadent...

Cry - your tears are the river that feeds my...
Lie - your suffering is the road to my eliberation...

Listening to the silence howling into my ear -
Add another black rose for the pass of each year...

Midwintertears
It was a cold winter, so cold even snowflakes...

The blackness of night folded around her weak body...
Loneliness making her feel like nobody...

Feeble and Frail
Her body floats in the silver stream...

Never thought that I would walk through the world
posing as a betrayer...

A Sorrow That Will Never Fade
By My Decadent...

A wandering soul in search of light,
Runs and seeks restless each night...

Dark Obsession
By My Decadent...

I could drown into the deep sea of her eyes,
And enchanted by her sweet voice of sorrow...