Scaffold کے بول

Screams of heart's anguish spread chaos through my mind Tempests, of passion, dark eyes love weakness of the blind Passion, and torment, this hope forlorn Feeding, on feelings, where hope was born I trace the night for emotions I can reap As dark will enclose you, I drink all you weep Tears bitter strike vainly a portret on your face They argue with laughter, the dance of pain's grace My child, be calm now, let comfort come to you By hands of these dreams in which we love anew And then dawn, shall wake thee, and murder the wish A sword of tears, a shield of pain Crown of grievance, for the guardian of sorrow Strike down upon me, a glint in my eyes Of silvery treasures, where hope brought the lies...