Opera of Sorrow
By My Decadent...

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

A wandering soul in search of light,
Runs and seeks restless each night...

Negligence - chilling you right to the bone,
Weaving the web of a destiny unknown...

The night is dark and winds blow cold,
The pale moon is shining...

The Calmity of Silence
By My Decadent...

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

Roses with their poisioned thorns
Hanged by the satyr's horns...

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

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

Violins mourn for the dead...