A shadow fell upon my door
And feathers flew amid the dark...

Weakened pounding... fading to silence
Peeling walls of flesh barely stand...

Between walls of darkness it lays,
Never listened to a word it says...

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

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

They Called Her "Darkness"
By My Decadent...

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

Blood Canticle
By My Decadent...

The Calmity of Silence
By My Decadent...

A Sorrow That Will Never Fade
By My Decadent...

Opera of Sorrow
By My Decadent...

Listening to the silence howling into my ear -
Add another black rose for the pass of each year...