Untitled II
Sleepless until the grave
Hopeless until the day that may come
When henceforth and evermore we shall be freed
Sunless skies cover endless horizons
Moonless nights hold no stars
Evermore we are dying, and we shall never be
Silken tongue made of blades
Sweet words brewed from venomous potions
Merriment of my voluntary misery
Hopeless until the day that may come
When henceforth and evermore we shall be freed
Sunless skies cover endless horizons
Moonless nights hold no stars
Evermore we are dying, and we shall never be
Silken tongue made of blades
Sweet words brewed from venomous potions
Merriment of my voluntary misery