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• Artiste: Thorns Of The Carrion
• Titre: Carmilla
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Her eyes they burn, black as night Like dreams draped in sylvan horizon As shadows over the deep forest She arrived in peaceful sleep.. Forgive me not, for I welcomed this deceit I forged the joy, In the ruins of... Among the broken stained glass I found life The crumbling stones were as my youth In ivy they laid as lilies upon the streams For I saw the black swans as beauty The hallowed view, the winding road of time I dreams in gray, I dreamed alone... Yet still her eyes spoke to me the sadness of A life, of fear, of sorrow, the portrait of silence And all I knew was sadness in the *pall* light of death The funeral march passed as slowly as autumn days The hymn was sung so bittersweet so like winters tragic song I shed somber tears of pride, yet she wore no pain Yet still her eyes spoke to me the sadness of A forgotten time of happiness that an never again be Carmilla, I saw your face in the candle's flame Carmilla, I felt your gaze and your languid embrace Carmilla, I heard your laugh across the darkened walls Carmilla, I knew your grin in the twilight of my death Yet still her eyes spoke to me the sadness of A weary heart for life and the scarlet tears we shed The ruins of life lay within the tears Yet still her eyes spoke to me the sadness of For all she has loved, all she has known, At last must die...