...Of Ruins And A Red Nightfall — Tristania

Life gains intensified pain to ascend within me once again Woe strikes through radiant light A quitus has conquered thy eyes The sequel of life

Arising grievance rage through the eyes Of our existence a thousand times The strife drawn hither as a daydream ascendancy In life we wither like laurel leaves in winterwinds

Lurk far between a pale destiny drawn from the past Enclasp my wrath in the prophecy of thine

Perchance to dream... Day of ire prithee behold the haven of life Perchance to dream... Day of ire prithee may daylight draw thy veils aside

Summon the winterwind in which I walk Enter the morning glades of a fallen deathwish Summon the starlight gloss in which thou rage Enter the mourning shades Call out in vain for thee again

Perchance to dream... You're my dancing queen behold the haven of life Perchance to dream... Day of ire prithee may daylight draw thy veils aside

A strike of angina Enthralled by the night and the shades at thy side

A star of riddance rage through the sky Grant me thy visions... bequeath me life Through times of yearning... on a path of indignity No longer burning... at last this life's circuit I leave