it smells like books
and the colours, oh the colours
yellowed and faded
it's all sadness though
everything is despair
i wish i could find light
in a lover's arms
but i cannot love
i don't know how

a thousand spirits wail
outside these castle walls
a thousand unhinged faces so pale
do they cry for me or of me?
from hazed kingdom of the moon king
or from bitter enemy are they sent?
no harm do i bring
all i wish is to cloak land in silver glow
why hate me so?

he told me we weren't afraid to die
we wouldn't
not if we believed in heaven
and i'm trying so hard to believe right now

and they say your life
flashes before your eyes
but all i can see is the water
getting closer and closer

i wanted to die, i wanted to die
all until i stepped into the air
then the river no longer welcomed me
and fear flooded my veins

i wanted to die
but when i reached death
i didn't

strands, loose from the north wind
of my honey hair
fleetingly brush these lifeless cheeks
my death for all to bear
sink me down through east shore sands
funeral attendants are rare
all i have to show is sin and misery
for those few who care
hoping my lips would twitch to life
though they stay so fair
and blood shall never colour my face again
nor glint shall my eyes wear
eternal darkened are those glass walls
death so sweet to that pair
and i accept with nothing to object
never a kiss did i share
except with my sweet love death

spill your glowing grace over me
let it bask my shoulders in golden light
i want to ascend to your mighty mountain
let rest a thorny crown upon my head
then must great kings kneel at my sight
and forever live in heavenly youth

i am but beams of light
softly grazing lover's hands
the tips of dawn's outstretched fingers
caressing dark silk hair
who am i to speak?
to warn the aimless people?
i am just a seer
a viewer
an eye
i am to tell their stories
and to see them undone

melt away my skin and bones
you'll find my burning heart
blackened coal and ash dreams
strucken with a poisoned dart
tear apart my pale blue chest
you'll find my heaving lungs
strung close by deadly ivy
my broken ribs are rungs