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The Rose of the World 

Who dreamed that beauty passes like a dream?For these red lips, with all their mournful pride,Mournful that no new wonder may

Dead mournful angels we were born, to conquer this realm
Extinguishing space and time, with rains... of mighty fire!

Obscure dimensions 
As gods

the mournful swarm

Burned down to dust
Heaped on the ground
Then rose again
With anguish and pain

Why are you so keen to gaze at me more than the other mired

In hunger through the fog of midnight drapes

Equipped with instincts made to kill, the feast
Begins beneath the mournful, scarlet moon
The scent

your life out of control
She left you alone
She left you and died

Sorry cards and mournful sighs
Won't get you through this time
Summer will not free

Who dreamed that beauty passes like a dream?
For these red lips with all their mournful pride
Mournful that no new wonder may betide
Troy passed away

mournful reverence
our voices fade away
we drop to our knees
prostrated with awe

we came to seek redemption
atonement for our sins
in guilt

the mournful sound
The possibility of life's destruction

Can you hear the sound of an enormous door slamming in the depths of hell
The possibility of life's

To thee thy faithful train
The Asiatic hymn will raise
A doleful, a barbaric strain
Responsive to thy lays

And steep in tears the mournful song

The hawk sounds his mournful call
And wolves hunt round broken monuments to mans endless pride
Weathered by time,
And meaningless now
Save as dens for

cannot keep
Of mournful nights and days of sleep
I keep waiting for the world to change for me
But there's nothing left for me to be

Confronted by proof

Wake up in the grey
Clouds looking sad to today
Cold breeze surface
It's a mournful bliss

Sound from wind
Flowing through my skin
Another sound

turn, unfading pain In this maze of deceit, my soul in pain
Shattered heart, tears in the wind Infidelity marked, a mournful spin
Your lies echo, still

a heart betrayed
A mournful altar ornaments the sky
The violin trembles like a heart betrayed
a tender heart unnerved by nothingness
A mournful altar

embrace the darkness, prosper on my own
Song of anguish, a mournful tune. Sacrifice until the harvest moon

Keep your eyes on me like we're going to hell

grown

At twilight's touch
I tread this cursed domain
Haunted memories echo
Like mournful refrain's
A mask-clad phantom
Roams along these shores
Pain

In the moonlit haze, a mournful cry,
Echoes through the night, piercing the sky,
A sorrow unseen, a presence untold,
A haunting specter, a tale

surely a spirit that talks in the air
And whether we speak either loudly or low
It answers in voices all mournful and slow.
No, never no.

It is but

locker, nowhere out of sight
Brain trucker, heading up this mournful mind

Screaming the rage of a purified life
A mapped out image, so meaningless

Labyrinths of despair

Lost in mournful byways
during those times
preserved for oblivion
in labyrinths of despair
across the darkened plain
where

dream in vain (dream in vain)
With you I'd only live in pain

Your picture is always with me
I can still hear that same mournful song
And now I sit

I can almost see the train tracks
I can hear the sound
Low and mournful, now my heart's full
I can almost see you again

I can almost see

Another Cold Day

Caliban

The Awakening

2007

With open arms, I am waiting
With open arms, I see the end
With open arms, I am dying
Dying a mournful death

The landscape wipes out my tears

squeezed from warlike outcry,
chasing away the black destiny and overcome
the fathomless path of the dusky malady.

And from the mournful silence