Ambrosia autumn, Wendigo Winter Skies of gun-metal and mother-of-pearl A change of climate, a change of heart A sensual storm in a decaying world Faces of anguish on every page of every book Traces of you and me everywhere I look I made this one for you My inquisitor
Crimson pieces of poetry Born of passion and savagery - If I don’t yet know it I will learn Sanguine songs of tormenting lust Of deprivation and mistrust In an everlasting fire I will burn
As much as it hurts me to say Longing can drive you wild or drive you away These halls of pain will whisper your name while crumbling to dust These walls of rain will eventually cover my face in rust
Crimson pieces of poetry Born of passion and savagery - If I don’t yet know it I will learn Sanguine songs of tormenting lust Of deprivation and mistrust In an everlasting fire we will burn