Paroles de Amidst The Graves
The eternal sadness of an angel on earthHuge fountains of tears flowing eternally
The black eyes of this being staring at the piece of stone
Fallen from a sculpture in the night
Hell has softly touched the ground
But of Death he is so tired
That even Paradise makes him sad
Am I to die for that frozen empire ?
Roses cover the tomb
That shall be trodden by the melancholic angel
His hand still on the cradle
Of its sad idyllic sculpture.
Am I to die for that frozen empire ?
Roses cover the tomb
That shall be trodden by the melancholic angel
His hand still on the cradle
Of its sad idyllic sculpture.
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