Scythe, Rage And Roses — Dark Tranquillity

Fast fading roses Non-lingering words Scythe be my instrument Through dreams I now rage

No guidance is me offered No forgiveness thee is promised Now can distance be a factor when engraved in me thou art?

Nourished by the soul my flame shall serve to torch the earth

Denial serves me Denial serves me right

That fire cannot burn with flames of no origin That star cannot bring guidance without force or form

One is darkness The other silence Without silence the darkness loses its splendour

Sweet bliss that sleep now giveth tempt with forgetful night Ever haunting that image within swear to the answers denied