Spring of Rage

In your every moment

With your every breath

Even far away, your eyes are ways

Disputing my darknessIn your darkest hour

With the dying sun

Preying all alone

Your lips the downfall coloring my daysAs if in a spring of rage

Your fury and beauty would incarnateIn your every movement lays a cruel fate

Even from a distance

Your hands of doom

Disquieting my darknessAs if in a spring of rage

Your fury and beauty would incarnate

As if in a spring of rage

Your fury and beauty would incarnateRelease my pain

Release my pain

Release my pain

Release my painWidowed in the whiteness pure

Clouded captive by the moonAs if in a spring of rage

Your fury and beauty would incarnate

As if in a spring of rage, as if in a spring of rage

Incarnate