Thorns Of The Carrion Tears For The Raven Muse
I have lost all on fields of black remorse
As scarlet tears drowned thy will and thy hope
Fading with the sun were thy precious dreams
Yet still her sweet face was with thee as I died
She is the raven that kisses the wind
And echoes the fears of man
She is a vision of subtle melody
Soft black lace graced her skin
Pale as the ivory night moon
Morose and beauty over me
Consuming all...
The winds carried a mist of red death over dead crowned hills
As the rain quelled the burning fields now drowned in blood
The trumpets of man's war rose silently from far distant woods
As a pall reflection of melancholy in the wrath of this deceit
Clouds of ashen gray dew down the sorrow of their lives
The end of all days is here and time must now fall away
Yet thy eyes went to her grace and drowned in her beauty
I devoured her elegant warmth and caress, delicate in it's endless care
Yet thy heart went with her blood that day, an eternal part her
This raven took from thee thy life and gave to thee an undying lust
As the sun gently drifted beyond hills stained with red
I arose to a world of scarlet hued tears frozen in filth
There upon the scarred earth I gazed forever into their lifeless eyes
Downcast hollowed shadows of man crying silently in repose
Their lives had become one with thee and their souls I claimed
I had been reborn into a darkness greater than man
The eternal scarlet sun has set beyond this land
And before thee the lives of thy people have gone...
(I must weave this tale of sorrow and despair
This tapestry of depression is the story of thy life
For sadness is the raven muse of tragedy...
Sadness is the raven muse of tragic loss)
