...Majestic Thou In Ruin stillness upholds the night behoove the eventide make wholesome the last as
dreary as it was somber mist falls and settles thou art honoured unheard madrigal score destined through malady
a lifetime hence the last twilight-ordain. see the splendour from loss majestic thou in ruin rebirth of successive
bodies banished to pleasure unending idiom of latency capture the fog lift it the exalted doth appear
...Paled all scourges passed, the world shrinks saddened by eloquence. pure taketh thy verse, we shall
suffer acutely o' great lake of tears a solemn mass sung, from olden catacombs pale men lie wreathed in gloom
frolicking wings of monarch, doth crumble and morning dew shall too oft i weep for our discord begotten as
every last eye will close. a shoreline haven succumbed, to mirage, inevitable embrace within our weakend
arms shan't we view, our fallen oaks timid fawns shed sullen tears i, a worn man; forced to submit stumble
manifest grief therefore, i withdraw my pen in nocturnal repose
...Thy Bitter Woe i, the ancient scholar, hath seen it all so grey. envision the ambient scene..unearthly
cold beckons, in tender reproach. the frozen tide recedes.. my sleeping daughter, her asundered limbs decay.
drown in thy bitter woe.. the last bitter symphonies, like fallen snow. a symbol of thine eyes; sullen..
ravaged dark embrace, encompassing harrow angry skies bring lasting rains obscuring clouds, my
voice relegated to the deadend oaks thy servants, squabble, meek at last, her taker steps forth through
mental subversion his visible cortex now adorn alas... the melancholy subsides
...The Transfiguration (And It Was So) as the brook gently utters thine heart yearns for light deep
within the season of incipient decline, as dawn erupts, i long to wake unforgettable echoes of the lyre sift.
no solace found, but within my own; tranquil streams litter the valleys, i procede through the forests.
everflowing willows speak endlessly with dated words, words of melancholy. and so ahead, a precipice
of majestic stance we weep as one creating the fall atop. as evening falls i remember my aura. and, far
across the way the souls of lost embraced as one, they prayed for me, at once night left, for the sun hath
looked down on me, and it was so..
all lyrics by Steve Crane.
