In Passion Swept - Enthral

And Death shalt come to Rid the Filth of the Earth

To Separate the Liar from the Wise…

I Drown in Thoughts;

What is the Reason for My Existence?

Pleasures seem only to be Enjoyed by Those who sense no Guilt

Not even the Cruelest Love can be this hard

Solemn Youth I Witness once Crying;

now Dying in Dreams

As We Struggle to be Awakened

The Heat on our Lips has Burned the Passion away from Our Hearts…

Sense the Flames Embracing the Two of us as

We stand Calm sunken Beneath a Soulless Chaos.

Watching our Empire Falling into Ruins…

I Caress the Soil the Remains of my Past

And my Crystals Darken with Tears

Try to Breath Your Sardonic Harmony into my World of Grief

And You will Kill What’s left of Me!

The Fundament to My Existence is now, but an Empty Shell

No longer of Flesh and Spirit… No Salvation Found through Harmless Joy

For the Fear of Death dwells within the Eyes of Every Mortal Man

Growing stronger for every Hour Passing

Spinning our Destinies Together like the Greatest of All Tragedies…

Sorrow offers Compassion but what is Compassion Worth?

…Looking back at the Memories I Realize

What I Sought Cannot Be Found…