It began with a blade in a moment of anger, his blood flowed and then he was gone. There he lay wounded, but now dead, left on the battlements of the betrayed. This new day has died but the moment will haunts me, the walls are stained red, new battles I see and I sigh through the inaction. Born of a lie, vengeance will be mine one day. Tonight shall wait for him but tomorrow shall bring the new rising sun, no bird shall sing for the dread my foreshadowed footsteps bring. l have my sights on a well used blade, more blood will flow when the sky melts away. The world will see that I have a new love but I deceive all when I slay the enemy. Tonight shall wait for him but tomorrow shall being the new rising sun, no bird shall sing for the dread my foreshadowed footsteps bring. Silent, stealthily for tomorrow shall being me new rising sin. Inside I shall sing for my true love can rest for eternity.
Sweet little words made for silence not talk Young heart for love not heartache Dark hair for catching the wind Not to veil the sight of a cold world
Kiss while your lips are still red While he's still silent Rest while bosom is still untouched, unveiled Hold another hand while the hand's still without a tool Drown into eyes while they're still blind Love while the night still hides the withering dawn
First day of love never comes back A passionate hour's never a wasted one The violin, the poet's hand Every thawing heart plays your theme with care
Kiss while your lips are still red While he's still silent Rest while bosom is still untouched, unveiled Hold another hand while the hand's still without a tool Drown into eyes while they're still blind Love while the night still hides The withering dawn
