Black Swan - The Withering Flower Of Life lyrics

A slow descent of the midnight sun, a fall from crimson skies The warm and gentle summerwind closes my tired eyes Dead I am not, yet dying at this long-abandoned field I can feel how my life falls with the first autumn leaves I hear the distant chime of bells, "The king shall die", they tell Is that chime from the Hell or from the Heaven whence we fell..? I only know, my rose and I, united in the outset of life Entering the night divine, to the new throne arise As silent as an owl's flight, the golden autumn arrives My rose seems to sense the time of our coming demise Memories of golden dawn, the divinity to reborn His seers slain, his slaves torn His body burned, forlorn I hold my rose against my chest to give it the last caress Together in emptiness, still ensnared to the flesh Tears freeze into my eyes as my rose withers and dies Unhallow, unite, both shall die, I greet the d**h with joy, not cry Autumn rides the storm and spreads her frost-covered wings Invocating freezing scorn, deflowering summer dreams shadows dance at the Henge when the moon is on the wane where I got drunk of the tears on the leaves of wolfsbane The hidden eyes stare and await the wintry tyranny And the forgotten one is left to die under the leaves of dying tree for thee I give the "gift" of life which turned to curse with me set my body afire and our union shall be complete An Autumnal call, a whisper in the wind as leaves fall and let the cold in No earthly fluid, no water, no wine could feed my rose, my flower of life Where could we meet the keeper of lies when there was no path to the forbidden paradise In sin I reigned, still I feel the thirst In sin I die, with my hideous curse Let the wounds bleed, take my spirit to the unseen Like the beauty and the beast within, together in disbelief A sad serenade to fade away with the last rays of summer day Dead eyes welcome the fall And the spirit shall be free again Forgotten are the summer dreams, snow upon the fallen leaves Flowers yield to the frost and the angel choir screams A flame in the northern sky, the last sign of waning light Fades away to the grey as together we die The dismal cold infinity, silent divine tranquillity Drawn upon the pale landscape in our neverending dream