Texty:
Cemetery Of Scream Prelude To A Sentimental Journey

The role of Jack-o-lanterns is to be a bridge a bridge to a desert a hope in empty words is like the sand, the sand that burns my soul with a glow of

of survive A god's cold face stone that marks miles of our life Fragile like withered leaves overgrown with the moss they are trying to imitate a divine ship a

the garden of chaos and order A rude awakening from the dream from the dream that you've been painting A sweet awakening from the nightmare of the hating a dream within a

autour ie sons la destruction. le calm mortel pas un son, quelque chose a dispari, le temps est l'ombre pare me des ruines. Skies of the velvet clouds burnin' like a

health have gone the way of love Into the drear oblivion of lost things Ghosts go along with us until the end: This was a mistress; this, perhaps, a

Hear what I brought with my fear Hear What I thought scars I feel Born in the crowd of the rusty pleasures of your kind burn like a shout that'll never