Evereve Prologue The Bride Wears Black
Masks concealed the real mourning No noise were allowed Misfortune came with large steps Enveloped the future into a shroud The bride wears black tonight Valleys got deeper and deeper The summits disappeared in beautiful Clouds a path in sick infinity Deep abysses and beside it Travelled in endless trains Try to solve my existence Sins, often pure temptation Praised, hallowed, just lies Voices to hear, inner futility Be it true, be it my love Coming to torture you... ...to torture you with my devotion
