Woorden: Sweet Perfect Nothing. From The Ashes. Annabelle.

Red lips glitter blanket gold, and diamonds bright.
Crystals chime while the leopard leaps into the night.
The ground tremors wide eyed under acid rain.
Silvers tranquil; hours reveal its ghostly remains.

Will you recall?
Open minds for all thoughts from figment falls.
Will you recall?
Everlasting miracles through awakened halls.

I wish I could leave this all up to you,
When it?s you my life is owed.
I wish I could leave this all up to you,
The only way I?ve ever known.

It?s wrong outside, let?s stay indoors,
From the quiet of the moors.
And please, I pray,
Wake me Annabelle,
And Take me tonight.

Beginning meets infinite's resource for death.
Peaceful insanity is caught between each breath.
Muted voices, uncertain choices breech the past,
But all I hear through static-clear are spirits passed?


(Thanks to Micheal Aldred for these lyrics)