The embrace of a dying day stings my heart like a sharpened blade what´s this life but a serenade a deceitful kiss from a vile mermaid all this time we were broken
words passed by, yet unspoken
Life is a tragic masquerade a bitter serenade, a feeble parede life is the funeral of dreams there is no way to redeem all we lost in this scene life is just a funeral march grievance and despair at large
Falling stars and a rising moon a scarlet tear and a silver spoon fading aeons and a dying dove the darkness beneath and the light above all this time we were broken there´s no sign, there´s no token
Here comes the funeral march
mourners of this life at large downcast souls withdrawn from the world beyond the dawn here comes the funeral parade grievers of life´s masquerade wanderers in the utter dark and their road goes ever on and on