In the name of desperation, I call your name...
In lamentation I sigh, again and again...
Spiritual eclipse. The gateways are closed, for me to seek.
The night, a veil of stars, watcing...my shadow is born from the light...
The light of the night.......in darkness...
Over troubled waters, memories soar. Endlessly searching night and day.
The moonlight caresses a lonely hill, with the calmness of a whisper...
It is cold in here...
I wear a naked soul. Thrust scar my coat with dusk...
Eyes attached to your mute portrait...we spoke only through thoughts...
together we gazed, awaited...
Hour brought thirst and a rising sun...
Songbirds leave the dark recesses...shadows guild the archways...
Do not turn your face towards me. Confronting me with my lonelyness....
You are in a forest unknown, a secret orchard.
And your voice is vast and acromatic, but sti will so precious...
Lullabye of the crescent moon, took you. Mezmerised, its kaleidoscopic face...
Granted you a hollow stare, another soul within the divine herd...
Hidden inside the golden shrine...
When we both leave the shadow. It wi will fade away, and vanish...
Black rose immortal...
Its getting dark again...dusk shuffle across the fields...
The evening trees moan, as if they knew...
At night I always dream of you.
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Face Of Melinda :: Opeth