Lord Of Shadows - She Was but an Echo of Yore

When a woman weeps, while the heaven's bleeding
She's setting traps, with her sorrow's tear
Dismal way to heavens, if she will surrender

When the Reaper's dreaming of my slumber sins
While the sinner's reaping echoes of your dreams

When the man will kiss the soles of her feet
She'll give to Charon the sign of his creed
A kiss to honour that she's worth of sinning

When the Reaper's leaving the world in abyss
While the lover's pleading for a world of dreams

Love's conquering death, let me yield to love
Let me sink in passion, when nothing remains
As today I'm ready, to embrace the faith
Of my lover's shadow, of my dreaming lover

Lurking in the twilight, she was but an echo
Crawling out her madness, above of distress
One last drop of umbrage, feeding thorns of bliss

Falling through the waves
Praying to myself
Falling through the aeons
Yet there's nothing left

Love's conquering death, let me yield to love
Let me sink in passion, when nothing remains
As today I'm ready, to embrace the faith
Of my lover's shadow, of my dreaming lover

She was but an echo, I was but her voice
Mortals due to nature, none of us regret
All the longing moments, flesh leaving our bones
Life is but an instant, yet we yield to love…