Moonspell A Poisoned Gift
Forever young in a ground so cold The splendour of your death stil fresh to behold In your neck an open wound To spawn life into our Love And to feed the creatures of our world We have tasted from the poisoned gift of love Which condemned us to forever fly alone We have experienced an aged potion The wine of life which stole us light May we gather again and be as one And to forever relish in the twin joys As we taste from the poisoned gift of love Forever young in a ground so cold The splendour of your dance still there to behold Our legend is a sin in tongues To eternal sleep, to trance we belong We are now but an empty glance Palid is your state of grace To eternal sleep we belong Feeling the rapture of the world Beneath the violence of this curse From the poisoned gift of love Once I asked you to fly Tonight I recreate the vow: Do not fail to love Me as I have failed to die With you...
