: Liquid is in your throat, For hopeless delight. After all you fell in love with death, Life has aborted. All you've had and all you became, The night
: I once upon a time Carried a burden inside Some will ask goodbye A broken line but underlined There's an ocean of sorrow in you Sorrow in me Saw
: Two years In your heart One moment of doubt Two lives Torn apart One second from now Held him In your arms Your fever subside Always safe from harm
: Will their children cry When their mother dies And in the autumn of their lives Will they feel the same? [reversed lyrics 2:03-2:22] The longing
: [Special edition bonus track] [x2] Sun don't shine The Moon don't move The tides to wash me clean Why so unforgiving And why so cold Spent a long
: [Bonus track] Nar jag tanker pa den standiga resan genom livet Nar det alltid kanns som host Da vander sig vinden sakta mot norr Och blommorna dor
: [Bonus track] Someone died for looking too far While I was asleep in my house A child was killed, I heard it from a friend A war raged in a distant
: Long days Slow waste Sew lies Sow hate So many years to clean the slate Endless despair within its wake His touch soiling what used to be clean His
: By the turnstile beckons a damsel fair The face of Melinda neath blackened hair No joy would flicker in her eyes Brooding sadness came to a rise Words
: And so you left us Jaded and gaunt, some September Wilted with the seasons But hidden inside the delusion I saw your eyes, somewhere Devoid of death
: Blank face in the windowpane Made clear in seconds of light Disappears and returns again Counting hours, searching the night Might be waiting for someone
: Red sun rising somewhere through the dense fog. The portrait of the jaded dawn Who had seen it all before. This day wept on my shoulders. Still the
: Confessor Of the tragedies in man Lurking in the core of us all The last dying call for the everlost Brief encounters, bleeding pain Lepers coiled
: Silent dance with death. Everything is lost. Torn by the arrival of Autumn. The blink of an eye, you know it's me. You keep the dagger close at hand
: Haunted nights for haleyon days Can't sleep to the scraping of his voice Nature's way struck grief in me And I became a ghost in sickness Willingly
: Cleared the fog that was veiled around me And blurred my sights Suddenly, I'm no longer aching To honor my plights Rising moon and my skin is peeling
: Ghost of Mother Lingering death Ghost on Mother's bed Black strands on the pillow Contour of her health Twisted face upon the head Ghost of perdition
: Into the trees Past meadow grounds And further away from my home Baying behind me I hear the hounds Flock's chasing to find me alone A trail of sickness
