Desolate Ever After — Peccatum

All is sad, deliciously sad And the world affixes itself To the sorrow

Quietly, the old woman's kiss Brought to mortal lips Swept away swept away The kiss Swept away swept away

Swift chill of desolation And the sadness affixes itself To decay

Anxiety, the undone Brought to mortal hearts Swept away swept away Her touch Swept away swept away

All is cold, deliciously cold And the world affixes itself To the silence.