In absolute darkness strayeth thee
Where the cold gift of cold lieth silently
Amidst the black and livid scenery
Exsanguine eyes gazing bleakly
Chorus :
Pristine wert they
Woebegone and astray
Still they pray
Innocent souls in grief they lay
Waylaid here by the deprav'd
Bereft of light and life, epitaph's engrav'd
And here their fate was seal'd and pav'd
Not e'en by god can they be saved
They cant be saved
(Wayfarer)
Tragedy in red...
Is't merely a mirage in these vast mourning glades?
Nay! Truly hast we succumb'd to this cruel destiny
Chorus :
Pristine wert they
Woebegone and astray
Still they pray
Innocent souls in grief they lay
(Narrarator)
'Tis a sombre tale
Of cherubs frail
Lives unavailed
A story of dying youth
I cant bare this truth
Behold mine precious child
This moor of blood and scorn
A land pervert'd and defil'd
Where seraphim are torn
Choke on thy feral scream
Whilst within your spirit roars
For so it seemeth
All is as before
As before!!!
