A Scenery of Loss

The winds of a dying dream
A tempest unveiled
Once again arcane rain fell
Cold, sorrowful and so frail

O, those weeping times
All of my life's a lie
An endless torrent of anguished tears
O, behold me cry

The affliction of a stained creation
Becometh my tragedy
Lachrymose is the light
Touching the buried again

O, this scenery of loss
Always present within me
Afar into the obscure
I wish I now could soar

Even though he stole my pride, I stand above his lies
Even though I oceans cried and sailed them far and wide
My star shall ever shine

Drifting endlessly deep in darkened streams
The inharmonious looms
In my doleful ocean lies the love I've lost
For heaven, my sorrow

Devour my soul
As I enter the dark and cold
Fallen from heaven's domains
God's vengeance unfolds

This scenery of loss
A ruined empire of dismay
A pathway of decay
Leading afar and always astray
Astray

Even though he stole my pride, I stand above his lies
Even though I oceans cried and sailed them far and wide
My star shall ever shine

"Homage He has from all but none from me
I battle it against Him as I battled in highest heaven
Through all eternity
And the unfathomable gulfs of Hades
And the interminable realms of space
And the infinity of endless ages
All, all I will dispute"



Credits
Writer(s): Johan Ericson, Erik Arvidsson, George Noel Gordon Lord Byron
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