i have seen the angels
die and fade away
and the rage of demons
when they play
i have learned the lounge
of gods, long since gone
i've watched the moon grow old
and i have touched the sun
the doorway is open for me now
i could enter if i only knew how
walk among the ancient oaks with me
in the woulds so dark is where you'll always be
so take my hand and i will lead you through
a drop of your blood and i will be there too
all my knowledge
all my wisdom gone to waste
i feel the lips of death
and she is begging me to taste |