Behind The Curtain Of Darkness
... thy dying light
Howling screams I hear
Through forest dusk , the autumn shade
Different shades of dark
With hate embracing melancholy
Thy kingdom of the throne
As gardens die and heavens shake
Open scarlet sky
Burning candles
Like bleeding eyes of wrath
Though mirrors of freedom
I'm starring deep within
How hungry we've become;
like animals naked in shame
we are born inside these endless halls of shame
we are jaded by the error-ways of man
dark tranquillity
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