Forest Of Shadows - Where Dreams Turn to Dust | ||||
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Eternal Autumn So sudden it seemed this tragic vision painted before my eyes Amidst withering leaves I had found my beloved bloodstained and pale Falling into the forest so silent Aware of my presence she turned towards me her agonizing stare One last breath and she whispered Everything dies before my tearfilled eyes Dead and silent, a golden leaf of autumn Falling before my tearfilled eyes This withering beauty This eternal autumn So silent So silent Wish Awakened this dying season such a beauty to behold Oh autumn hath arrived a tragedy painted dead Fallen am I without thee I am lost In a region of doleful shades I am withering away I dwell in the shadows of life A dismal state of mind I'm in pain Oh sun I hate thy beams Leave me here to sleep and dream In the midst of falling leaves In a garden of endless grief I yearn for thee my precious one Beneath a pale grey sky I dream of your embrace How I wish I had yo near in this oh so dolorous life Where dreams turn to dust I have lost all my hope Of lasting pain and unpresent bliss This soul of mine I welcome thee Eternal sleep Silent advent of white death I feel so cold Silent advent of white death I feel so cold Crystallized tears falling still Oh autumn hath died Enshrouded am I in thy mist of endless gloom Enthralled am I by thy beauty How I wish how I wish In the midst of falling snow In a garden of endless grief My forlorn soul of misery Where peace and rest can never dwell Hope never comes I see no point in going on Still I dream but now I know I dream a lie so I close my eyes and I sigh A life of shattered dreams I can no longer bear I enter thee eternal sleep Of Sorrow Blue Of sorrow blue and clad in mist Dancing midst the meadows of my dreams My precious one my fallen beauty Fallen beneath a dismal cloud I recall that dreary morning I ran to the shores of her eyes I was there watching the seas And it was all silent upon the sea A candle caravan The final stream of angel gleam There was no farewell of solace Before the caravan was gone Of sorrow blue and clad in tears Her cordial hands reach for me My peaceful dream her soothing warmth Fallen beneath a dismal cloud I bow to her beautiful name The flowers need not to be watered These tears wont let the soil dry Where her name is carved in stone You were my core you were my soul Lips of roses mane of gold Intoxicated we lay entwined I wore the carnal crown of sorrow Blue and clad in soil My mind still echoes from her songs Earth and time are calling my name Let me fall beneath this dismal cloud Lyrics in plain text format |
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