As the Raven's Cries become more serener
I dream of nothing more but thee...
My Heart's senses become keener
yet through the fog there's nothing my heart can see
the candlelight in the distance begins to fade
i think of nothing more but thee...
My thoughts are hidden within misery's shade
just like my death is just a past memory
The Forest's eyes keep the enigmas
i wish for nothing more but thee...
thy words leave nothing in me but stigmas
yet i know inside, though shalt come for me
the pale moonlight glances upon thy tomb
i want nothing more but thee...
thy feelings mustn't be easy to assume
resting in peace, i let thee be
Crimson skies approach the hour
i come for nothing more but thee...
As occasions pass they become sour
i see thy love is all that is left to bury
