Interpret:

Darkseed

Album:

Romantic Tales

Don't drink the wine, it could be blood 
This torrent could be thine 
Turbid water cannot glearn 
Your amity to truth departs 


The moonlit sky is lightning up in lands where 
shadows drearn my thoughts 


I want to deny my frown 
This war starves out my faith 
it naughts my peace 
Weed stamps on it's guilt, it crumbles off 
Ere you were born was beauty summer's dead 


Find the first conseit of love there bred 
Faith falling... 
No bitterness that I have bitter thing 
Doom's calling 


Whatever midnight hath been here 
The flames of love I cannot view 
So glid my path with thine eyes 
Winter's cold falling deep 


Make glad seasons as thou fleets 
through crystal brooks where silence heats 
Winning, when I saw myself to lose 
Ruined love is built anew 


On thorns rose stand 
Two mourning eyes thy face 
Bashful dreams, my soul is fled 
where late sweet birds sand 


Solicit your evil minds 
wandering through the morning fog 
Through the grove where trees conseil the light 
Through the leaves, through fallen snow 


My tears on your skin 
but water cools not pain 
from my soul which in thy breast doth lie 
(It's useless shine it may forbear, 
the weeping days to chase) 


Find the first conceit of love there bred 
Faith falling... 
No bitterness that I have bitter throught 
Doom's calling...