Текст (слова) песни: Throes of Dawn - Transcendence

Your warmth is false
Inside your hollow bosom
Youll hide the solitude
Of the distant stars

In your party none celebrates
Grey autumn transcendence
Minutes turn into oblivion
Our voices to mould

Your hangman smile
My soul in your hands
I drink from your breasts
Grey autumn solitude

And I can see through your eyes
Its time to go
And I can see through your smile
Its time to go

All those long dead hours
Frequent time stops
Minutes turn into oblivion
Our voices to mould
Drowned wasps floating
in the chalice of the sweet nectar
all those beautiful moths eaten by flies
in this bizarre carnival
of a life-lasting funeral

Grey autumn
Play your lyre
For one last time
Другие песни Throes of Dawn:

Across The Loveless Horizon
Autumn Winds
Binding of the Spirit Onto Earth
Black Carbon Snow
Cosmic Seas
Dreams Of The Black Earth
End Is Silence
Halo Of Flies
Hollow Reflection
Hyperion
Last Rainbow Warrior Is Dead
Master`s Garden
Of Scarlet Skies Made
On Broken Wings Of Despair
Ophelia
Pakkasherra
Quicksilver Clouds
Spring Blooms With Flowers Dead
The Blackend Rainbow
The Destroying Angel
The Hermit
The Night Belongs To Us
The Wanderer
The Warprophet Dreams
The Weeper
The Withering Godess (Of Nature)
Transcendence
Vertigo
Watcher In The Tower
Where Once The Sun Rose
Winter Romance