Charon November's eve Lyrics:
White Dreams Of Sour Relish
Four Candles In Virgins Nest
Sweet Rhyme Of Brook Flows In
Our Minds... We Fly.
Words In A Cold Frost Eve,
Taken By The Form Of Breeze
Falling Down Before They Get
To Known... The Sough
Drunken By A Fierce Of Night
And Some Who Reclaimed My Mind
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The Dark Is Longer Than We Thought, So Cold.
Black Snow Shall Fade Our Shapes
Roots Of The Oak Embrace
Sweet Rhyme Of Brook Flows
Through Our Times, Alive.
A Quiet Pray, Another Day
For The Words That Never Said.
November's Eve, Four Of A Breeze
For The Words That Never Feels,
Forever We Die, Forever Disdain
In White Dreams Of Sour Relish.
Forever White, Forever Night
Loose Love Cleaves To A Dark.
Lyrics: November's eve, Charon [end]