As the light of the ever fading sun dies

like a candles flame taken by the wind

darkness reveals it's beauty

from the shadows

haunting it beckons me

calling my name



Slowly I transcend into a world so dark

a place where the sun never rises

the wrath of the heavens send onward storms

blood rains from the skies wounds. . . so softly



So warm so soft

like the taste of your tranquil kiss

your tranquil kiss from your soft bleeding lips

the anger of clashing thunder

sings a song of hate

sings a song of hate so strong. . .



A black rose blooms it blooms from a weed

and reeks the dark sent of death

I close my eyes and all I feel is sadness

only to open them and see darkness



Is this a dream I wish to never awaken

darkness I beg of you take me eternally

each step I take closer

pulls me further away



So warm so soft

like the taste of your tranquil kiss

your tranquil kiss from your soft bleeding lips

the anger of clashing thunder

sings a song of hate

sings a song of hate so strong. . .



"In this garden of grief I stand alone

scarlet rain it falls and I dream of you

the angel I thought I knew

the angel I thought was you. . ."