A Scenery of Despair

A silent wind caresses my cheek like a fatherly hand stretched out
And the shadows flutter in fading light, they’re alive
As hatred breeds in the twilight sky

A beautiful scenery of despair, a mystic act of the purest grief
Coming alive (coming alive) in the madness of night
I’m dazzled by secrets the darkness dwells

Once again I witness this play
Of souls crying out in pain
A fruitless search in the wildest of dreams
To wash away the bloodstains
They die over and over again
Once immortal brave men
Now wander the earth in confusion
A quest for answers to their grief
It’s all part of the nocturnal theatre

A painful act of misery
In a mist of madness they hide
Winds of grief carry them on
Through their darkest secrets
Screams of horror echoes strong
Through the tormenting darkness

A beautiful scenery of despair, a mystic act of the purest grief
Coming alive (coming alive) in the madness of night
I’m dazzled by secrets the darkness dwells