If you need water I'm your rain If you need fire I'm your flame If you're resisting To go or stay Let all the angels Take you away I will carry you
Let the teardrops fall You said you wasn't gonna call You didn't love me at all So let the teardrops fall Since you've been gone I've been so blue And
solid steel, cold and angry bitter leather, silver terror of the distance between us now whitest pallor of blackest lips i have always stared at them
why the noise and why the protest? why try to talk when it's all been said? why the dream and why the dreaming? why try to get away when there's no place
In these days of manmade wonders we still bicker over flies When you come seeking for forgiveness, I'll be forced to choose my side If I deny you what
Sometimes I think you?re a wealthy man In your head The way you deal with regret But once in while Now and then Even you Get upset In trance Listening
Hand in hand she walks with me and the shame, it's burning my eyes etching each memory in time, just to be by her side her face carved deeply in
The ghost... I am... caresses reality the eye... you are.. devouring the light the blade... fate is... cuts deep in our silhouette into furrows of
Be prepared: I shall not make way for thee But thou shalt make way for me! I am not the one Whom hath planted future's seeds But reap upon the ground
Do tell me why my dreams Speak to me always of never? For I am the never, the ever dreaming senses Within the windows of mine eyes, the beauty is ever
La rose se meurt... Les petales tombent parmi les feuilles Fond toi en moi En des images d'une beaute sans amour Et des profiles eclaires en silhouettes
Timeless? ageless? ethereal beauty Bestow thy dark enchantment Blissful death So begins the autumn dance I awaken thee With my kiss Shall they
A gathering of tears Embrace the divine tragedy A chorus of saddened spirits Echoing silently... forever Autumn hath awakened her children
Is it simply a kiss of carnal dreams? What once a father to tender sleeplessness The deviance of youthful whispering A majesty to darkness, a visage...
Autumn, the Beautiful: - Is it raining, dear child, where dost thou wander now? Is it raining once again, or is it only thy tears? Sweet innocence
Guided by spectral visions They may see beyond the sleeping world And into their silent dreams... silent dreams Which speak in tongues Revealing to them
Gazing deeply into small eyes Forever softly they shall speak Whispering voices from deep within Cries of pain for no one to hear They shall never see
Autumn hath awakened her children I am the raging storm and gentle breeze I am the glistening stream and earthen soil I am the rain and the ever darkening