Kiss the image in a stranger's casket
What has become of the splendor?
Twelve strokes have fallen
And the faintly heard breath
That argued my beauty
A ruined soul bewailing
Where the angels allow their wings bewilted
To droop, to bow to the bosom of a friend
Kiss me tenderly, savage God
My lips are dumb to speak a thousand inane words
And how sweet a toil
All is dark, all is blackened
All, but an upturned face
1 | Lamenting Kiss |
2 | And I Am Suffering |
3 | Requiem, Kyrie |
4 | Our Wings Are Burning |
5 | Silent |
6 | Beloved |
7 | Museum Of Iscariot |
8 | Velvet Tongue |
9 | Renaissance |
10 | Whispers Of Dead Sisters |