Beyond Good and Evil - Third Realm

Cut My Roots As I Walk Through The Garden Of Despair

Collect My Brightest Dreams, And Dull The Spell Inside With Care

Dividing Boundaries Of Life And Death, I Bring To You The Wicked

The Demented, The Bleeding Hearts, The Tortured Souls

Let Us Not Be Vague With Our Sacrifices, I Stand Before You With Tears Of Joy

Tears Of Sadness, Drain The Horror From The Beautiful Fountain

I Have Faced The Poison Of The Shadows And Blessed The Fear With Graceful

Understanding

Let Their Valley’s Be Green, In The Mental Dominion, I Guard The Thoughts Of

The Fallen

Angel, The Morning Star, The Light Bearer, And Filtered The Sins Of Your

Disciples

For The Only Sins Were Dressed In Evil Gowns, Covering The Truth Of The Innocent

I Plead Guilty For The Sake Of Humanity, I Am The Reason You Were Put To Death

The Days Are Growing Cold, Our Hearts Are Buried In The Snow

As Summer Dies, The Leaves Begin To Fall Like Tears On The Face Of An Empty

Person

Memories Entering Minds Of A Time Filled With Understanding And Less

Complication

A Night Reminiscent Of Happier Times Consumes The Earth As The Wind Blows

Taking Away The

Pain We Feel In The Air, And Now The Days Grow Cold Like The Relationships We

Once

Had, Limited Sunshine Becomes More Consistent As The Chill Of Winters

Introduction

Sets Its Stage Upon Our Dying Feelings, Soon, Our Land Is Covered In Snow

Masking The

Flowers We Planted Like The Way Anger And Hurt Masks Love, These Are Seasons

Similar

To The Cycle Of Ones Soul, As Happiness Dies, Annoyance And Bitterness Sets In,

Soon

The Gloominess Of Depression Digs Its Fangs Into Your Heart, Sometimes It Lets

Go And

The Happiness Is Allowed To Return Only To Be Taken Away Yet Again

The Cycle Of Life, The Cycle Of Pain, The Reality Of A Painful Conclusion

The Days Are Growing Cold, Our Hearts Are Buried In The Snow