My canvas smeared with blood-red tears, Lachrythmation of the dead

By life betrayed to endless sleep, to live within a dream

once dressed as white as wintersnow, now drenched in blood I lay

The pulse within, like ice still pounds, like frost throughout my veins



In blindless cwawls, through the maze of time

through the sinister dark, the meander of dreams

My hear is cold, every beat now hurts

As a sculpure of stone I rest



As a statue with a broken heart, in my gallery of dreams as art

as lifeless drawings to behold and explore, my life within the dark

Embraced within the veils of death, encircled in its web

To witness life beyond the dead, on dreamers doss I lay.



A reflection of my past, from the unkown mirrorglas

beholds my sepulchral rest

As a shadow of me from death torn free

to walk the path of dreams



My canvas smeared with blood-red tears, Lachrythmation of the dead

By life betrayed to endless sleep, to live within a dream

once dressed as white as wintersnow, now drenched in blood I lay

The pulse within, like ice still pounds, like frost throughout my veins



I follow his call from the other side and leave my petrified flesh behind

With the part of me that never died, Ifinally unite



The pulse within, like ice still pounds, the frost throughout my veins