There lies a beauty behind forbidden wooden doors A beauty so rare and pure, it would make human eyes bleed and burn... ...She killed herself in the
the other half soared high in the winds to a place where the angels had fallen, the soil gagged and choked on their wings My soul was the pale skyline
Lure me into your arms and bless unto me eternal death She had spoken to the dawn Her words wisped in tongues of the wind And then silence... Pale
[Music by Breyer (12/98 - 1/99)]
The shallow voice of the wind cries between these ebony wings The shallow cries of the wind sing a swansong for mankind Shine on morning skyfire
