Theatre Of Tragedy - Lament Of The Perishing Roses

Where'er thou walkest, thou strewest roses - Thornless and deep reds are they; Onto a beauteous path harmony thou leadest, Where waterfalls sing their hymns of appraisal. Germinate into green the sterile earth - Equiponderat'd new life against decay. Wash the macrocosm with morning dew - Aurora of the waterfalls' encircling rainbows. In the horizon the appearance of a blackening empyrean, A furious whirling wind accompanied by skies of dusk. In the lead - The Pale Horse - pulling a cart of dead deities - The beautiful colors are drift'd away. Black Asphodels ascend from the overcloud d livid blossom; Completely covering acherontic the land that was thought everlasting.