Paroles de Desolate Ever After

All is sad, deliciously sad and the world affixes itself to the sorrow quietly, the old woman's kiss brought to mortal lips swept away swept away the kiss swept away swept away swift chill of desolation and the sadness affixes itself to decay anxiety, the undone brought to mortal hearts swept away swept away her touch swept away swept away All is cold, deliciously cold and the world affixes itself to the silence.