Forgive the day's. Last serenades. Her skies they bruise like Nordic women. Deep crimson stains. That Death would claim. His robes of office swim in. .
I pace, alone. In a place for the dead. Overcome by woe. And here, I've grown. So fond of dread. That I swear it's heaven. . Oh sweet Mary,. Dressed in gray.
A voyeur in league with the great thief night. In an overthrow of women light. Slid in to rob the prayers. She whispered to the air with thin deliberation.
Sunset, expect. This to be your last with Our vast return. As Death is set. At three sixes where hill-beacons burn. . Darkness, undress. Your descending skirts yield a thirsting altar.
Sunset, expect. This to be your last with Our vast return. As Death is set. At three sixes where hill-beacons burn. . Darkness, undress. Your descending skirts yield a thirsting altar.
"Archangel, Dark Angel. Lend me thy light. Through death's veil. Till we have Heaven in sight!". . "Archangel, Dark Angel. Lend me thy light. Through death's veil.
Glory and praise to thee in all the steeps. Of Heaven where thou didst reign, and in the deeps. Of Hell where fallen thy dream, silently.. . Related. .
Through arcades where shimmering snowfall. Lay in state with the sad and damned. A rent lament barely flung above a whisper. Drew Me like a ghost to the haunts of Man.