The Ashen Embrace
Thorns Of The Carrion
Thy love, the sun, the roses yet bloom Marble clouds, pastures pure, autumn's sweet breath Yet starshine black, mud tears forever still For ashes fall as snow thy love....like sadness
Thy love, the sun, the roses yet bloom Marble clouds, pastures pure, autumn's sweet breath Yet starshine black, mud tears forever still For ashes fall as snow thy love....like sadness