Forest of Shadows
			When Dreams Turn to Dust

	Eternal Autumn

So sudden it seemed this tragic vision painted before my eyes
Amidst withering leaves I had found my beloved bloodstained and pale
Falling into the forest so silent
Aware of my presence she turned towards me her agonizing stare
One last breath and she whispered
Everything dies before my tearfilled eyes
Dead and silent, a golden leaf of autumn
Falling before my tearfilled eyes
This withering beauty
This eternal autumn
So silent
So silent


	Wish

Awakened this dying season such a beauty to behold
Oh autumn hath arrived a tragedy painted dead
Fallen am I without thee I am lost
In a region of doleful shades I am withering away
I dwell in the shadows of life
A dismal state of mind I'm in pain
Oh sun I hate thy beams
Leave me here to sleep and dream
In the midst of falling leaves
In a garden of endless grief
I yearn for thee my precious one
Beneath a pale grey sky I dream of your embrace
How I wish I had yo near in this oh so dolorous life
Where dreams turn to dust I have lost all my hope
Of lasting pain and unpresent bliss
This soul of mine I welcome thee
Eternal sleep
Silent advent of white death
I feel so cold 
Silent advent of white death
I feel so cold 
Crystallized tears falling still
Oh autumn hath died
Enshrouded am I in thy mist of endless gloom
Enthralled am I by thy beauty
How I wish how I wish
In the midst of falling snow
In a garden of endless grief
My forlorn soul of misery
Where peace and rest can never dwell
Hope never comes
I see no point in going on
Still I dream but now I know
I dream a lie so I close my eyes and I sigh
A life of shattered dreams I can no longer bear
I enter thee eternal sleep


	Of Sorrow Blue

Of sorrow blue and clad in mist
Dancing midst the meadows of my dreams
My precious one my fallen beauty
Fallen beneath a dismal cloud
I recall that dreary morning
I ran to the shores of her eyes
I was there watching the seas
And it was all silent upon the sea
A candle caravan 
The final stream of angel gleam
There was no farewell of solace
Before the caravan was gone
Of sorrow blue and clad in tears
Her cordial hands reach for me
My peaceful dream her soothing warmth
Fallen beneath a dismal cloud
I bow to her beautiful name
The flowers need not to be watered
These tears wont let the soil dry
Where her name is carved in stone
You were my core you were my soul
Lips of roses mane of gold
Intoxicated we lay entwined
I wore the carnal crown of sorrow
Blue and clad in soil
My mind still echoes from her songs
Earth and time are calling my name
Let me fall beneath this dismal cloud