Forlorn Blessings To The Dreamking
Oh, how I faint when I call upon your
aid. Feeling the loss of burden and
hearing cries from flowers raped.
When you alone set kingdom on fire,
I admire the beauty of love lost and hellish desire.
As your slave.
How can I ride upon hillsides
when the beasts that beares me is at war with the sight of me?
Shall I tend to your desire?
- Let him feed on the sluts that spat on me...
...Let me.
My eyes and my heart is at war with them.
Let me, and I shall carry you and throw you
into waters that kept me and mine alive.
My art given you life.
My tones makes you weep and moan.
- "Listen, the corpse blesses forlorn."
...Let me.