Lyrics

All hail! The phrase of tainted prose The etchings that cover the rose Well of thought of you, must surely be denied For impure are the arts That are painted in your eyes Tonight, our lies shall be known, my faithless one Tonight, our lies shall be known And I'll await my heart's return Resting, forever in the shadows of a tomb For a presence ever lost In the presence of forever For a presence ever lost All hail! All hail! The phrase of tainted prose The etchings that cover the rose NOT FINISHED