Curtains down. No one around. Lights dimmed out. Your eyelids are moving. Recovering consciousness. Lucidity. Distress. They did what they should. \"
[Single Version] Your freezing gaze attracts my eye. Your chilling voice controls my mind. You are my cross of sins, My fallen prince From my darkest
I have dreamt a thousand dreams Where stars could fall, where fire froze and I could talk to trees. And when I told you of them, you would say: Too bad
Memory shows me mirrors, Each with a different reflection of my face. I know I've seen them all, I've been them all, And when the shadows fall I hear