Death like, pale graceful ballet In silence drawing near For a second mere
Forlorn silhouettes For an instant there Only to disappear, forever changing all and the few that see, and still believe Sweet, painful, fragile Dreams…
A haven of chaos So scarred and so alone Walking dead Lost in streets unknown
We were once the invisible ones Those that spoke and no one heard Ghosts dancing in silver lit nights And never to return to this world
Ivory and dye, Delicate porcelain calm these façades Lost in rain relentless
The brilliant and shining few Who once drowned amongst the grey Spite the pain and whipping rain Chose to walk these lesser travelled ways Away!
Walking down this road Many its winding turns A barren scar of stone Though all that stings and hurts
Walk on to new rivers The ones of old ran dry Their barren depths unveiled Crystal streams fell prey to the hands of time
Days and nights go by, one by one Like water slipping through tired fi ngers Precious gems stolen from idle hands Small pieces of the sun, now lost
Adrift in eternal darkness Breathing in the gloom Walking darkened gardens Where only shadows bloom
Oh this world looks so different now a little more dies with every passing day Every minute steals a colour fl awing beauty in all ways
Memories start to dither, One by one Dreams fall to splinters, One by one
Seems like I am dying No air for these lungs It feels like I am dying So far from home
Benathe the celestial canopy Angel wings and demon seeds Benathe the celestial canopy The legions march with me
We walk the boulevard black Across these fi elds of grey Like ghost adrift in gloom In search for other ways
A place where we belong We walk down boulevard black An endless row of souls And we are marching home
We walk down Boulevard so black An endless stream of time, this fi nite march called life We walk down Boulevard so black this everflow into the unknown back to where we came from
Praised be those of silence The blood tainted ivory innocence Praised be those that differ Blessed be the children of the fall
Those that walk the boulevard black The legions of the left hand avenue
An ode to the fallen An ode to for the lost An ode to the stranded To those that still burn
All of the chains are splintered Those that woke are walking, fairlight All of my dreams are dead now All golden lies are lead now
All of my angels have fallen We walk this earth like ghosts All of my angels are fallen All of my angels are beautiful
Sing to me oh you sweet bleeding planet Sing to us that walk your ruins Sing to us for our words are dead Sing to us for their world is dead to us //
An ode for the thinning breed of angels For their crimson lips and tangled feathers Majestic wings are spread climbing the sun One for the reason in reasoning nomore
Walking down this road Many its winding turns A barren scar of stone Though all that stings and hurts
And we are like fire flies, Boldly daring the night And we dance for a radiant while Born to drift out of time…
But for a second mere we glared For an instant we were there Before the last grain of sand fell No tears as I bid thee fare well…
We walk down Boulevard so black an endless stream of time, this fi nite march called life We walk down Boulevard so black this everflow into the unknown, back to where we came from
We walk down boulevard black Across thesefi elds of grey Like ghost adrift in gloom In search for other ways A place where we belong We walk the boulevard black An endless row of souls And we are marching home
We are like fire flies Boldly daring the night And we d