Dawn of Relic - The Room Of Paintings dalszöveg

I dream of thee 
In these dreams 
You lie dead before my feet 
Outside, the winter night 
Cold dismal sight 
As the harvest moon paints our guise 
Somewhere… 
Somehow… 
In time… 
There’s a killer on the loose 
In the room of paintings 
In the dead moonlight 
Then I awake to this sight 
There’s no horror no fright 
Just an omen of the 
Forthcoming demise 
So many nights 
Long pineland winters passed 
So many nights 
Since I’ve heard the sea of june