Interpret:

Darkseed

Album:

Romantic Tales

Grotesque fairyland-astray 
With fine falling snow 
this myth now melts away 
Through bloody archways 
it flows upstreams to see 
this heartache parching me 
Burns my gaiety, tahng down it's golden mask 
My tears ooze away on drifting soil 


Through peace I stride and flee 
Your musing thoughts caressed by fear 
I hear some nightingales, they sing 
My withered dreams to heal 


Beauty's rose should never die 
My grief lies onward, joy behind 
But nature calls it to be gone 
So tired with my woe... 


Stormy gusts of winter's day 
For restful death I beg 
Ere that sun doth wake 
Drown my sins'black memory 


What freezings have I felt 
what dark days seen in sleep a kind 
Mounted on the wind your bareness 
comes to touch the seals 


Stormy gusts of winter's day 
For restful death I beg 
Ere that sun doth wake 
Drown my sins' black memory 


For never resting time leads summer 
on my heart is slain 
Withing this would which iron did impress 
there will a river whispering run 
The very birds are mute 
The dread the winter's near 
Their sings, they wet my eyes 
Drown my world with weeping earnestly 


Too hot the eye of heaven shined 
Anon, the tunnel I will find 
Praise deep vermilion in the rose 
What tree or stone doth want a soul? 


Light, thy picture in my sight 
It's held within his hands 
It's grounded in my heart 
Disguised in bridal veils 


Morning shadows wear away 
How many mornings have I seen?