The breath of my failing walls echo with care, dont move me.

Intro:
Fracture my bones
. Bruise my skin
. Tear open my scars
Let the pain in.:

Pale the sun will grow
dim.
A scene dull with no
hue.
Canvas in black and white
Charcoal.

Black nights; Grey days
. In the same smooth
Repitition
...Blinding beauty is found
in the Ashen ruins of a
great castle of my hope.
...And a putrid scent
Somewhat like decay
from the mote.

Bleak grey sand of the
Beaches of our land
...with a stone of
Black Onyx to guard
with no foes
to attack

but ashes are seldom left
behind by the breeze of
fate.
In the end all that
counts is power...

With a burnt City
and failing bridges
losing forces, no strength
to mention;
. Nor allies to call on

Despair!

For no loving
breath will ease
the sun back
Into my pale skies..

Eyes, Portals to my
Demise

outro..
Frail are the words
you breath with sin
never, no never.
I wont give in.