The Predictable End

Lyrics

Low the music falls, tell me how sad are the tunes of death You sang to me, with a leper tounge you kissed me with your darkness I thirsted for your water I hungered for your love So bravely, fly upon my broken wings into the cold Shapes of the night, leave me here with sorrow growing from my chest Low the music falls in sombre gloom I die every day In silence, choked by the devils inside your embrace The predictable end And trampled like a serpent underneath your feet Lead me by the light of your eyes, by your hearts labyrinths When trembling in your footsteps the deeper became my wounds