Album Cover On The Verge Of Tears

On The Verge Of Tears

Autumn Leaves

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Once at night I sat among mortals

Afraid of what the future would bring

Drowning dreams in polluted visions

As I heard the mourning angel sing

A bloody wing came in sight on the ground

Bestially slaughtered by the hordes of those

Who didn't see the light

The prophecy of a spiritual deed

Seems to increase in moments

Where the morbid mental activity comes into force

You will ride through the dark meadow

Once at down I sat among mortals

Weeping over the loss of a shadow

At went on a journey withdrawn

Skywards you'll met the silver-tongued

Memories will clean the hoofs

And contain the falling stone from your heart