I have seen the angels
|
die and fade away
|
And the rage of demons
|
when they play
|
|
I have learned the lounge
|
of gods, long since gone
|
I've watched the moon grow old
|
and I have touched the sun
|
|
The doorway is open for me now
|
I could enter if I only knew how
|
|
Walk among the ancient oaks with me
|
In the woulds so dark is where you'll always be
|
So take my hand and I will lead you through
|
A drop of your blood and I will be there too
|
|
All my knowledge
|
All my wisdom gone to waste
|
I feel the lips of death
|
And she is begging me to taste
|
|
-----------------
|
Doorways
|
| Darklands |
