Thorns Of The Carrion. The Scarlet Tapestry. The Tragedy Of Melpomene. Zeneszám

Shall I rest thy heart in your arms
To silence the pain, to soothe the sorrow
For weary am I with chains of sadness
Bound by love to tragedy's dark muse

Under the moonlight, a black moth fluttered from thy mouth
As locust swarm kisses soft, gently caressed thy eyes