I turn away from fickle life,
Make a stillness of this strife,
That fallow fields may bloom again,
Though we're reaching into s***e
We are fallen far from grace,
A mirror of the morning star,
All that's noble has been cursed,
All that's golden has been burnt,
All that's regal sinks and bleeds away,
And in these temples of decline
I'll seek redemption in the fire
And in the gardens of decay
I'll sow the seeds of the healing way,
Forge an alchemy of time,
In the autumn leaves you gleam,
Shining on the edge of the rain,
(In the storm we seek the calm)
In the city of the night
Burns the memory of the light,
Between the worlds we're soaring high,
Will those fallen angels rise?
Will Medusa blind our eyes,
The passion for oblivion
Make a stillness of this strife,
That fallow fields may bloom again,
Though we're reaching into s***e
We are fallen far from grace,
A mirror of the morning star,
All that's noble has been cursed,
All that's golden has been burnt,
All that's regal sinks and bleeds away,
And in these temples of decline
I'll seek redemption in the fire
And in the gardens of decay
I'll sow the seeds of the healing way,
Forge an alchemy of time,
In the autumn leaves you gleam,
Shining on the edge of the rain,
(In the storm we seek the calm)
In the city of the night
Burns the memory of the light,
Between the worlds we're soaring high,
Will those fallen angels rise?
Will Medusa blind our eyes,
The passion for oblivion