In the storm of roses, a great fire arises, illuminates
The night in thorns
A fallen love is haunting, rising from the sand
Eloquent evil on demand
We waited nightly mid-day dreaming
In my madness illusions scheming
Blackened sons of ages locked inside tre laughter
Poets, madmen flee
From the house of insanity
In the dead of summer, a winter storm of thunder
Of cold deceit please let me be!
Now the night is falling, red tears dry on his hands
Alas, the child is man
We waited nightly mid-day dreaming
In my madness illusions scheming
Blackened sons of ages locked inside tre laughter
Poets, madmen flee
From the house of insanity
The night in thorns
A fallen love is haunting, rising from the sand
Eloquent evil on demand
We waited nightly mid-day dreaming
In my madness illusions scheming
Blackened sons of ages locked inside tre laughter
Poets, madmen flee
From the house of insanity
In the dead of summer, a winter storm of thunder
Of cold deceit please let me be!
Now the night is falling, red tears dry on his hands
Alas, the child is man
We waited nightly mid-day dreaming
In my madness illusions scheming
Blackened sons of ages locked inside tre laughter
Poets, madmen flee
From the house of insanity