Thorns Of The Carrion
The Ashen Embrace
Thy love, the sun, the roses yet bloom
Marble clouds, pastures pure, autumn's sweet breath
Yet starshine black, mud tears forever still
For ashes fall as snow thy love....like sadness
Thy love, the sun, the roses yet bloom
Marble clouds, pastures pure, autumn's sweet breath
Yet starshine black, mud tears forever still
For ashes fall as snow thy love....like sadness