Spring Of Rage — Moonspell

In our every moment With our every breath Even far away Your eyes are ways Disputing my darkness

In your darkest hour With the dying sun Preying all alone Your lips the downfall Colouring my days

As if in a spring of rage Your fury and beauty would incarnate

In your every moment Lays a cruel fate Even from a distance Your hands of doom Disquieting my darkness

As if in a spring of rage Your fury and beauty would incarnate

Release my pain

Widowed in the whiteness pure Clouded captive by the Moon

As if in a spring of rage Your fury and beauty would incarnate