Checkered by the dawn, enslaved in life enthralling Swept up by the mortal waste of my enslaved emotion Agents of the cross in argentine frailty Hopefully you'll stop him and delay the conquering angina Hopefully you'll stop him and delay the conquering...
In decadence I take thee by the hand too frail...to gain the promised land too frail...to take your pain away too frail...a sequel of decay
May millenniums gather on the mirage of desolated souls far between departure and sorrow I breed my afterthought In thy hours of vast dejection's haunt... wane
Checkered by the dawn, enslaved in life enthralling Swept up by the mortal waste of my enslaved emotion Agents of the cross in argentine frailty Hopefully you'll stop him and delay the conquering angina Hopefully you'll stop him and delay the conquering...
An angel strays upon my door so frail and lost within To weep upon her days of yore my decadent come in Her stain and tears upon my floor the sorrow that she brings Devotion of a life outworn in decadence come in
May thy lids desorb from emerald seas a pending solitary Though thy pain redeems, life it seems to be a fragile sanctuary