This night is filled with cries
Of dispossessed children in search of paradise
A sign of unresolved ambition
Drives the pinwheel on and on
Of dispossessed children in search of paradise
A sign of unresolved ambition
Drives the pinwheel on and on
In Power We Entrust the Love Advocated
DEAD CAN DANCE
DEAD CAN DANCE
Sadness. I feel a deep sadness, yet its arms are tender.
They embrace me like a child. In their caress, they speak to me of an ancient, forgotten place.
They speak of love and death; I can feel a fervor—almost a devotion—for this mystical pain.
They embrace me like a child. In their caress, they speak to me of an ancient, forgotten place.
They speak of love and death; I can feel a fervor—almost a devotion—for this mystical pain.
The pain of losing all hope is sacred, transformative. I pity the fools who fight for lost causes.
In the end, we all perish before the inevitable, but it is precisely behind the false veils of hope
where the verdict of our fate lies, etched in stone.
In the end, we all perish before the inevitable, but it is precisely behind the false veils of hope
where the verdict of our fate lies, etched in stone.
Twilight...
Nostalgia for something that never was.
Dusk...
I am in love with the twilight; the sun is most beautiful in its agony.
Darkness...
A prayer dissolving into the peace of an eternal dusk.
Oblivion...
The melody hidden behind weeping.
Nostalgia for something that never was.
Dusk...
I am in love with the twilight; the sun is most beautiful in its agony.
Darkness...
A prayer dissolving into the peace of an eternal dusk.
Oblivion...
The melody hidden behind weeping.
The heart is like a ship,
Carrying Love as its sailor,
Facing a dark storm,
Lost in a sea of despair.
The waves strike it with uncertainty,
Guiding it slowly to wreckage
Beyond the nocturnal horizon.
Carrying Love as its sailor,
Facing a dark storm,
Lost in a sea of despair.
The waves strike it with uncertainty,
Guiding it slowly to wreckage
Beyond the nocturnal horizon.
Oh Lord!
Is there truly a promised land
For this Love forged in solitude and melancholy...?
Is there truly a promised land
For this Love forged in solitude and melancholy...?
