Opera of Sorrow
By My Decadent...

Master of Dreams
By My Decadent...

Night's Burden
By My Decadent...

Cry - your tears are the river that feeds my...
Lie - your suffering is the road to my eliberation...

Midwintertears
It was a cold winter, so cold even snowflakes...

The blackness of night folded around her weak body...
Loneliness making her feel like nobody...

Feeble and Frail
Her body floats in the silver stream...

I could drown into the deep sea of her eyes,
And enchanted by her sweet voice of sorrow...

Manipulated by the perfection of her skin,
I failed to see what truly lies within...

I beg thee, Death, please slain my heart
And let it bleed forever dark...

Your chest is a carcass
able to hide...

The diminishing light helped provide
Enough illumination for the inside...