Charon
november s eve
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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 reclamied my mind
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.
- Album:
- Downhearted
- Sorrowburn
- The Dying Daylights
- Tearstained
- Songs For The Sinners
- Miscellaneous
- Songs for the Sinners (Finnish version)
- The Very Best of Hard Rock Ballads
- Religious/Delicious
- Ride on Tears
- In Trust of No One
- Spinetingler III
- Metal Rock Cavalcade II
- Suomimetallia
- Colder
- Diehard - Checkpoint #2
- Finnish Music at MIDEM 2002
- A-Sides, B-Sides & Suicides
- Demo 2010
- Metal Hammer #143: Grilled à la Spinefarm