Spring of Rage

In your every moment

With your every breath

Even far away

Your eyes are ways

Disputing my darkness

In your darkest hour

With the dying sun

Preying all alone

Your lips the downfall

Coloring my days

As if in a spring of rage

Your fury and beauty would incarnate

In your every moment

Lays a cruel fate

Even from a distance

Your hands of doom

Disquieting my darkness

As if in a spring of rage

Your fury and beauty would incarnate

As if in a spring of rage

Your fury and beauty would incarnate

Release my pain

Release my pain

Release my pain

Release my pain

Widowed in the whiteness pure

Clouded captive by the Moon

As if in a spring of rage

Your fury and beauty would incarnate

As if in a spring of rage

As if in a spring of rage

Incarnate