See the bird and its opulent beauty
It asks not for love, it asks not for pity

Yet mine eyes do betray me, for the feathers hath fallen
The bird is no longer; a child in its place
Her face... her face... A muse of stone and mirrors,
concealed beneath the veil of a smile
Within her hand I can see the shimmer,
the steel that screams to taste my flesh...
To unbind and unshackle me, once and forever
I am nothing again... I unravel, I dissolve...
I remember...

The image is fading, these eyes cannot see
We pray for their mercy, we pray to be free
The sky is my painting, my tears are the rain
I open these wings... and feel no more pain

Chastise this... my sadness and agony
Extinguish this, my once bitter flame of valiance
To covet the wishes buried within their lustful innocence
For these trinkets of living flesh... use not unwisely
Scarlet oceans of bittersweet madness
Painting us visions of their mockery
Seek no comfort within silent ones, the beautiful ones
For they are far less merciful than I...

Do tell me why my dreams
Speak to me always of never?
For I am the never, the ever dreaming senses
Within the windows of mine eyes, the beauty is ever shame

This searing imagery roots within my consciousness
Imagery that which I wish to know of, and wish not to know of
They are one in the same
The silence of screaming, deep within the void of my never
Take away the emptiness

The dance echoes its imagery to me
Again and again... and again
Our dance... our very last dance
Taunting me, taunting delicately around the empty carousel
Of what I now wish to be and what remains of my dreams

Why must I dream of the flourishing fountain
Ever flowing with the blood of al whom hath cried out my name?
Forget not my name

The dance echoes its imagery to me
Again and again... and again
Our dance... our very last dance
Taunting me, taunting delicately around the empty carousel
Of what I now wish to be and what remains of my dreams

A glimpse of a beautiful painting slips away
Leaving in its place a canvas of endless black...
Yet the illusion remains

Beware, dearest daughter,
Bware of the silent ones
Te beautiful ones
For now thay are whispering
Tpered within the edifice of time

Beware,dearest daughter
Fr they are far less merciful than I

Even in death, my spirit cries out to her
Weping for the youth that was raped
Te innocence that was defiled
Hr pale, child-like, porcelain face

Now shattered into a thousand tiny fragments of lifeless beauty
Eh reflecting its own horror

I laugh at the mockery and irony of fate
Fr she spares no ones as she dances hand in hand with time
Se taunts us with her invisible smile
Asmile which to me reflects only a masque
Amasque which my face no longer wear

Beware, dearest daughter, beware of the silent ones
Beware, dearest daughter
For they are far less merciful than I

My time hath come again, my sisters
I allow thee to rest unrecognized
Painlessly thou shalt sleep
As death creeps into pale flesh of fertile golden bliss
We shall not speak of thy awakening
As long as I rule... my bitterness shall reign
And my frost shall reflect the night
Falling upon Summer's withering remains

Spring...
My youngest sister as well as the oldest
Thou - but a mere child thyself,
art the mother of each beginning...
So naive and innocent! Why art thee so persistent?
To birth anew what I hath avenged,
what hath deserved to die?

Oh, Summer... blissful one
Our disparate souls are fated to eternal separation
Thou could turn the earth into dust if it were thy desire
But thou art too careless and too oblivious
to see our mother's ruins... upon its surface

Alas, Autumn... do not fear, my dearest
We are both misunderstood
Thou art the one who welcomes me
As I sweep through thy portals I shall now relieve thee

From thy colorful melancholy and sorrowful fatigue
From every word of betrayal
hangs upon an icicle of misery
a collection of tears of my past, now frozen
I mourn Man's false dreams
And the ones who think me a fool... shall lay before me,
bleeding red crystals upon my frigid smile...
into my wet, white grave
So I can touch their suffering yet feel no remorse
They pray to Summer... but they sacrifice unto me...

Love me not... love me not
Take no pity upon me... take no comfort in my kiss
Ask not why my tears flow without passion
Ask me not.. love me not
Confusion carved upon their fragile faces
Masks of innocence hide their fury
I give them sleep and peace
Sleep, my children... sleep and forgive not
Ask not, take not, love not, want not
Tears no longer soften me... purity deceived by rage
Look to them now and know
They wish for none so passionate
The desire for their eyes to forever blacken
Streaming rivers of searing fury
of which my name shall no longer be writ...
Dawn awakens and hear me sing

D you remember?
Fngers of sunlight,
A they were caressing face?

D you remember?
Te leaves dancing in the sky.
Ten falling softly to their painless death

Te picture is there, as clear as the glass within their eyes
A innocent as the song of mourning birds.
Brds who cry if only to live for but just one more day.
T be like us their angelic faces bereave

Ad they are always asking me
Wy must we forgive...
I only to forgive, if never to forget...
Rad these words that are engraved upon my face
Ad then look away... look away...look away

Gather me and sing so softly

Die with me now and always

I unravel

I dissolve

I unravel

I dissolve

I unravel, I dissolve, I remember...

Liar!
Deceiver!
Betreyer
Hypocrate!

Scream out my name
as I ravish the life from all that you love
before your very eyes
Through me, they shall reap their vengeance
and regain their destiny

Fate now sides with us...
Watch helplessly as we deliver the gift of death
But not for you, my dear foolish sister
No! But not for you!

Your fate shall be far less merciful...
Taste our kiss for now and ever
And live amongst what you have created
An what you have become...