| Beaten Words A sound dies Disappearing ink A fatal love An empty book This is this But what is that? False words Unsung verses Empty books A hollow shell A heart of stone Colored lights Darkened skies A shadow overcomes Stars above Hell below Life is never what it seems For your illusions are reality And reality Is just an illusion |
| Where the roses bloom Darkness follows The thorns prick and Draw blood Stabs at the heart And soul Leaving only the shell Empty and alone The lion King of beasts The man Killer of kings Sings the cry of the blackbird A foreshadow of death That is upon young lovers Who cannot learn to trust Death comes slow An agonizing pain Tearing at the heart Ripping of their souls A river of blood Is all that is left Of the two young lovers Whose fate is worse than death |