You raise the sorrow,
Victorian beauty,
Your velvet pale skin denies the sun.
Your somber perfume,
The scent of darkness,
Eternally sealed, after you're gone.
A silent kiss,
Those once warm lips... are gone...
These bitter tears,
Those sweet long years... are gone...
At night she blossoms,
Lying next to me,
(Her) exposed limbs, sha,eless vanity.
Like paint on canvas,
The blood on her skin.
I crawl deep into her cold within.
A silent kiss,
Those once warm lips... are gone...
These bitter tears,
Those sweet long years... are gone...
You praise the sorrow
Victorian beauty,
Your velvet pale skin denies the sun.
Your somber perfume,
The scent of darkness,
Eternally sealed, after you're gone.
A silent kiss,
Those once warm lips... are gone...
These bitter tears,
Those sweet long years... are gone...
Victorian beauty,
Your velvet pale skin denies the sun.
Your somber perfume,
The scent of darkness,
Eternally sealed, after you're gone.
A silent kiss,
Those once warm lips... are gone...
These bitter tears,
Those sweet long years... are gone...
At night she blossoms,
Lying next to me,
(Her) exposed limbs, sha,eless vanity.
Like paint on canvas,
The blood on her skin.
I crawl deep into her cold within.
A silent kiss,
Those once warm lips... are gone...
These bitter tears,
Those sweet long years... are gone...
You praise the sorrow
Victorian beauty,
Your velvet pale skin denies the sun.
Your somber perfume,
The scent of darkness,
Eternally sealed, after you're gone.
A silent kiss,
Those once warm lips... are gone...
These bitter tears,
Those sweet long years... are gone...