On The Verge Of Tears Lyrics
Afraid of what the future would bringDrowning dreams in polluted visionsAs I heard the mourning angel singA bloody wing came in sight on the groundBestially slaughtered by the hordes of thoseWho didn't see the lightThe prophecy of a spiritual deedSeems to increase in momentsWhere the morbid mental activity comes into forceYou will ride through the dark meadowOnce at down I sat among mortalsWeeping over the loss of a shadowAt went on a journey withdrawnSkywards you'll met the silver-tonguedMemories will clean the hoofsAnd contain the falling stone from your heart
Autumn Leaves On The Verge Of Tears
