Truest Shade Of Crimson Around your neck is where my hands are headed to prove my point that love is what you make it a rose petal for every time you
I went down one day with you entwined The hard rains of another April day Pouring on us strange shades Unravelling the story of your grace Wishing we
Around your neck is where my hands are headed to prove my point that love is what you make it a rose petal for every time you scream sometimes I like
: Evening full of grandeur, skies tinged with red Mountains crowned with crimson, treetops with scarlet blaze As the dusk is falling, night settles in
Riding out in darkness Hoarding no fear Toward horizons Dyed in black We drew the circle once again Around the pentagram Our swords drip in crimson
O'er The Level Plain Of Water Or The Red Swan Floatin, Flying Wounded By The Magic Arrow Staining All The Waves With Crimson With The Crimson Of
mother To my sons Your love is thunder Sung from Heaven You're my sun and water, daughter of redemption Mentioned always in my silence My asylum in your iris Every shade
way there Somedays our future...it seems to hang on so tight "Come quickly now the air hangs heavily today" "Oh no, but what is that crimson in the shade
: In the mist of the morning light's shadows Triumphant, he stands battered and proud In the dark of the morning light's shades The meadow is red, and
I read that it's all black and white Ooh, the spectrum made a shade I like Ooh, those crimson rays of ruby bright Ah! The technicolor light Red! Red!
before And now this coat Has got our goat We feel life is unfair (Narrator, Female Ensemble & Children) And when Joseph graced the scene His bothers turned a shade
before And now this coat Has got our goat We feel life is unfair (Narrator, Female Ensemble & Children) And whe Joseph graced the scene His brothers turned a shade
This is the day Of the expanding man That shape is my shade There where I used to stand It seems like only yesterday I gazed through the glass At ramblers
Enriched with crimson shades of pain the river runs dry Full of painfull memories of happiness - together we fly And I curse you death - cold flesh of
half the way there Some days our future, it seems to hang on so tight Come quickly now, the air hangs heavily today Oh no, what is that crimson in the shade