Her Lips Were Poetry and Doom

Lord Of Shadows

Compositor: Lord of Shadows

And there hath come the time to tell the tale of long forsaken shadows
Oh, a shudder came o'er me, beloveth
A symphony of grieving echoes
And through your tears, I saw the age of men
Fallen in the slumbers' chalice
There's nothing left but dimness, burning candles

We used to write our poetry at dawn
And thou art dead, my dear siren
I felt your whispers guide the waves
As if our vows were now forgotten

We were but the innocence of silence
Thus, I renew the oath I once took at your knees
A kiss to surrender, my crown for your hand
A song to remember that all things will end