Текст (слова) песни: Deinonychus - Ascension: The 40th Day After Easter

[Music and Lyrics by Marco Kehren/DEINONYCHUS]

By the window you stand; palisaded and dressed in grief...
You where beloved in a heartfelt way.
Mourning a lengthening day, my eyes in tears.
A heart full of disbelief...
Forever gone...
Left in this place, while a sunbeam through the window alters my face.
No chance in taking my pain.
The seeds of the weeping willow are being sown inside of me.
A timeless mourn... day and night.
Outside the window, life is smiling at me.
It bids me out, wished it could ease the pain over... my lost life.
Why? Im gonna travel the Tabors back;
in hope to find my soul, above her head.
Jade are my feet from walking.
This, a forlorn quest.
Tabor is a myth like others.
Disillusioned I return homewards...
Lonely as I am.
Homewards the grass grows green, surrounded by flowers in bloom.
A consuming jaundice comes my way...
My heart is torn. At last, my spirit and I romance about the past.
We have been rejoined...!
Today, well walk over a bed of French rye,
for I have planted back the seeds of the weeping willow in the earth again.

We are together now....
No more dwelling in a burden of pain!
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A Last Lament
A Misleading Scenario
A Shining Blaze Over Darkland
A Throne On My Long Awaited Desires
Ancient Dreams
Arrival In Mesopotamia
Ascension: The 40th Day After Easter
Balaam Wore Black
Building the Paradox
Chrysanthemums In Bloom
Here Lies My Kingdom
I Have Done as You Did
I, Ruler Of Paradise In Black
Inspiring Vulnerable Thought
Leviathan
Lost Forever
My Days Until
My Travels Through The Midnight Sky
Oceans Of Soliloquy
Odourless Alliance
One Day
Red Is My Blood... Cold Is My Heart
Revelation
Salus Deceived
Selek From Menes
Serpent Of Old
Tantalised In This Labyrinth
Tears Will Flow
The Awakened
The Crimson Tides: Oceans Of Soliloquy, Pt. II
The Final Affliction Of Xafan
The Fragrant Thorns Of Roses
The Gothic Statue
The Hollow Cage of My Ribs
The Obscure Process Of Metamorphous
This, a Murder of Crows
Under The Autumn Tree
Upon the Highlands I Fought
Why is it That Angels Speak Such Evil?
You Died Before I Was Finished