Sweeping winds of greyest pa**ion Find the four who wander fated Within halls their scarlet laughter Is heard unknown from places shaded Eyes are lined with black of midnight Lips all touched in scarlet bliss Tattered velvet, lace and chains What dead have known such grace as this? Here let us lay for this age has sung its last day Under the full moon's watch (Black is the coffin in which our dreams lie) Silver remains of the time of our glory Stand where our temple fell (Black are the mirrors to which our fears fly) Pale hands flicker beneath the white lights In rhythm with the living darkness Others follow void of meaning To stand in shadows as if thoughtless
Boots are laced through shining eyelets Cobwebs line the greying hall The dance goes on but pales without you As winter turns to see the fall Here let us lay for this age as sung its last days Under the full moon's watch (Black are the coffins in which our dreams lie) Silver remains of the time of our glory Stand where our temple fell (Black are the mirrors to which our fears fly) Through warmest nights of starlit skies My eyes must find another life Where once we hoped to ever be The onl ones who understood We now must face the coldest truth That precious little matters now For what we felt forever breathes Inside the silver by the sea