High on a thrown of truth,
Buried in a den of lies...

A bitter wind blew through the reeds,
Inciting every falling leaf...

Empty inside
Like a drum...

It didn't matter
What fell from his lying lips...

Lights don't shine as bright this year,
The star atop the tree has faded...

It feels inevitable
The end...

Do I wish to taste enlightenment?
Yes sir, I do...

Confident in her skin,
Fear, there's not a stir...

I closed my eyes and kissed your lips with my...
Slowly felt you begin to course through my body...

Tears have formed to rivers
To wash this land away...

Day shall find
No place in here...

Alive within this dream
I'll take you to my gate...