The Bride Wears Black
Masks concealed the real mourning
No noises were allowed
Misfortune came with large steps
Enveloped the future into a shroud
The bride wears black tonight...
Valleys got deeper and deeper
The summits disappeared in beautiful clouds
A path of sick infinity
Deep abysses are beside it
Travelled in endless trains
Try to solve my existence
Sins, often pure temptation
Praised, hallowed, just lies
Voices to hear, inner futility
Be it true, be it my love
Coming to torture you...
...To torture you with my devotion.
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