And she sang a beautiful song and then passed from here Like a swalow through th sky And over the bodies of bloody trees...
Don't say that was a dream, a handsome wraith Or the last screen of a termless scene For the shines of a morbid sun in fall Horizon is a dungeon to naught
So I searched for my burned wings To flay, to escape from here with the mourner winds -But- why all my prays will turn to curse against Myself?...against myself...
Her divine spell had a feeling so vague Such inchoate story of ashes and dust A rapture such sinking at eternal dream By the end for depression and fading in dusk
Now vailing is no more my calmness and rest As torn soul has bleeding, the wings are too broken Then I've searchd for a window to escape from myself -But- she wrote on my skin that suicide is the way...
I've a secret among all secrets Like a blue rose among all the red roses
I'll show you a pathway to return to the timeless moments
Mourner queen of sorrow, watch the youthfull blossoms And its mortal vernal hopes, at the depth of coldest ground Where the roses are plaintful forever...