Text:
Rapture The Farewell

was told; wastelands of sorrow, i welcome all i receive blood before tears, you will see cold and redundant, i deserve everything i get what joy, want for nothing sweet rapture

was told; wastelands of sorrow, i welcome all i receive blood before tears, you will see cold and redundant, i deserve everything i get what joy, want for nothing sweet rapture

(Blissmaster's Ball in the Hall of Twilight) opus 36, Bb-minor And the visionary paints black on black grey on grey it's sad farewell and chronos won

always will Farewell to false pretension Farewell to hollow words Farewell to fake affection Farewell, tomorrow burns Farewell to false pretension Farewell to hollow words Farewell to fake affection Farewell

We part for ever from today Farewell beloved one And I, unto may death, your way Will shun. I care not now where you may go You can no more bereave

the silence moves with every beast. Beneath them sits the wrath of their sickness No Mercy,No Pity, wind swept sands of the blistering light. Farewell

, and we drained her blood, then forgetting her face, and hide from everyone? to breathe, to conquer, to linger, to utilize the ignorant herd In rapture

Voiceless, wasted I came this far to drag you down And watch you take your turn (Chorus) Farewell to false pretension Farewell to hollow words Farewell to fake affection Farewell

[(Blissmaster's Ball in the Hall of Twilight) opus 36, Bb-minor] And the visionary paints black on black grey on grey it's sad farewell and chronos