Lilium Cruentus (deus Nova) Lyrics - Pain Of Salvation

A scene in brown and yellow: 

At first I don't know why your presence fills me with unease 

Though I've missed you more than life itself 

I freeze 

It's like you've been lost and now you're glad to see my face 

But as you sit down my confusion turns to distress 

Not knowing how to let you know that you are 

Dead 

(I wake up sweating) 

They tell me you are better off 

Where you are now 

Well, I don't care 

They tell me that your pain is gone 

Where you are now 

Well, you left it here 

See, I need to be strong 

Need to be brave 

I need to put faith in something 

How could I live on 

Not hoping we will meet 

Again? 

A scene in white and grey: 

Under the icon's weight the old thoughts lay 

Under the cross so still and pale 

The flowers usher the stale breath of death away 

And someone tries to sing 

But the bird of song has lost its wings 

Now it twitches 

Rips the stitches of a chest where tears are torn 

And where all loss begins 

Life seems too small when death takes its toll 

I need something to blame for this pain 

A scene in amber - flawed: 

And have you ever had that dream 

Where one you love passes away? 

And you wake up crying to a world 

Where she's long since gone 

But you feel the pain 

So close 

As if she'd died today 

But I need to be strong 

I need to be brave 

I need to put faith in something 

How could I live on 

Not hoping we will meet 

Again 

Some day? 

Earth to earth, dust to dust 

A verse we know too well 

Like a nursery rhyme 

Just in reverse 

'cause we are all the little tin man 

With hearts like little tin cans 

And as we line them down with tears 

Over the years 

They inevitably turn 

To rust 

Life seems too small when death takes its toll 

I need something to blame for this pain 

I try, I fail, I fall, like anyone you know 

I break, I bleed, like anyone you know 

A scene in blood on white: 

Where the linen's changed just for tonight 

And somehow we beat her to this sight 

This ghostly room of exit 

That she enters by the flicker of candle light 

And in her breast 

A desert storm is taking form 

An old thirst that can never be quenched or killed 

Sweeps over the cold 

Broken but thousandfold 

"My love!"