Elysian Fields - Rapture And The Mourning Virtue lyrics

And the flower... to poison grey The beggars' winter, the almighty's reign A drama in silver Drawn in bitter dusks Clouds drift across the end One's own flesh and blood Ravished, oh melancholy The icon, a greedy touch And the moon... to blood divine The arms, they dream, I scorn... Shall cynic be always The dread of all the incensed Horrent... as the intrepid falls The last, for ever, throne Seconds of the past Solitary cries Wandering The crestfallen invoked The envy carved in stone Immense eversince Rapture and the mourning virtue And the flower... to poison grey The beggars' winter, the almighty's reign