Return - Arsis

All hail!

The phrase of tainted prose

The etchings that cover the rose

Well of thought of you, must surely be denied

For impure are the arts

That are painted in your eyes

Tonight, our lies shall be known, my faithless one

Tonight, our lies shall be known

And I’ll await my heart’s return

Resting forever in the shadow of a tomb

For a presence ever lost

In the presence of forever

For a presence ever lost

All hail!

All hail!

The phrase of the tainted prose

And I await, I will *

Denial, because of you *

Well thought of you

Tonight, our lies shall be known, my faithless one

Tonight, our lies shall be known

And I’ll await my heart’s return

All hail!

The phrase of tainted prose

The etchings that cover the rose

Well of thought of you, must surely be denied

For impure are the arts

That are painted in your eyes

Tonight, our lies shall be known

And I’ll await my heart’s return