A Poisoned Gift

Forever young in a ground so cold The splendor of your death still fresh to be behold "For your hair was full of roses And my flesh was full of thorns And the midnight came upon us Worth a million crazy morns." In your neck an open wound To spawn life into your love And to feed the creatures of our world And to feed the creatures of our world As we taste from the poisoned gift of love Which condemned me to forever fly alone As we taste from the poisoned gift of love As we taste from the poisoned gift of love We have tasted an aged potion The wine of life which stole us light May we gather might again and be as one And to forever relish between joys As we taste from the poisoned gift of love As we taste from the poisoned gift of love Forever young in a ground so cold The splendour of your dance still there to be behold Our legend is a sin in tongues To eternal sleep, to trance we belong We are none but an empty glance Palid is your state of grace To eternal sleep we belong Feeling the rapture of the worlds Beneath the violence of this curse From the poisoned gift of love Once I asked you to fly And tonight I recreate the vow: Do not fail to love me As I have failed to die with you