Тексты песни «Canticle»

And here we gather to bid ou farewell, forging smiles from within Mask of sculpted skin white as oleander, raveged by the winter tapestry of snow from a raging fire down to a flicker...nuturing the silence echoing...

I walk among this pantheon to gather up the stars. Blessing the waxing moon, and swallowing up the sun. For I foretell the coming God, ascending Heaven, descending Hell. For I will be a gracious king, and the eve shall...

Rusted faces, withered body, see the tears run down my dress Heartless quiet peace, besiege the soul, decadence over my mind Joyful heart and sadness, separation [Chorus:] My heart has fled away, crisis by me confused...