Draped In Our Tears Testo

Tread Lightly a doleful trail
Where at last emergeth
A garden rich and pale
A quietus breeding stable
Whence a morbid scent ariseth
I assure thee
Tis nay a sanguine fable
Chorus:
Through the arcade
Jesters parade
O'er incandescent wings
Swallowed by fear
Thou walkest near
The bane of our pride
Hearest thou the final gasp
O' smitt'n life
Immers'd in blood congeal'd
No aid to clasp
'Tis not but a holy wraith
Despondent and frail
A phantasm parch'd of faith
Withering...
Weeping
Chorus:
Through the arcade
Jesters parade
O'er incandescent wings
Swallowed by fear
Thou walkest near
The bane of our pride
(Voice of God)
If shalt thou beseech
And bequest mine hand
Albeit thy sorrow
Shant i understand
(Thy tongue)