Jennings/Dorrian/Bianco)
Here, gibbeering alone... oh the earth and the heavens, they so tire me, tomorrowšs dreams encased in a velvet sanctuary. The crumbled throne of worldly gain, is glory forgotten, and now just nothing remains.
Chorus :
Wešve come too far, we are so close, one soul, inside, one forever weeping. As the vain morning dawns all life fades away, you can take me now, beyond the violet veil, and whatever flames the night in these deeds Išve done. In fatešs control, at last my time has come.
Chorus
Death is death, the little host that squirms, smell the dark - the coffinšs closed, and I so soft - ooh so soft, no movement, and no breath, no ears, no nose- no eyes. Death is death, in lifešs sepulchre - no sight, no sound, no cry, and always... always... death is death, yeah ! (Alive again) Eeeaaergh - damp skin in greying sheets, decaying bed absorbing me, bleached white ceiling above - dehydrating visions of love. Vituality slides back down the walls, saturating the velvet floor, numbness writhes in all I adore, wasting here, canšt see the door
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