Woorden: Anathema. The Silent Enigma. Sunset Of The Age.

Throne of grief
...in a dying essence
Crying beauty
...the fettered aura

Forgotten oceans of hope
...Betrayed a phony
Sullen laughter in unventured paradise

As one forever searching
For landscapes serene
Amidst the sunset of age
With joyous masquerade...
...the summers died