Song | The Waning |
Artist | Krohm |
Album | A World Through Dead Eyes |
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These eyes have wept torrents of tears, | |
The sense of wonder slowly seeping away. | |
The love that embodied this false serenity | |
Was no more tragic than my own illusion. | |
The call beyond the veil, from the orchards of limbs | |
And gently violent spirals, where thoughts are born | |
You possess the answer to it all! | |
A soul on the wane, that is the price of life, | |
For I will come to you, ultimately alone. |