(S.S.LOVE IS DEAD)
On the s.S, Love is dead
For every road must reach its end
Take me up…
Our silver tongues have wooed to dusk
Where once plead Dears still reel the curse
all dreams to dust our halos learn to rust
Take me up…
Pale fires awoke and beauty cageless
Saturn returned, our time to waste (it)
Crooked crowned and glory faded
Shadow spurned the sands are falling (hour)
Take me up…
And the sirens sang to me
Of the demons yet to feed
Monsters yet to Breed
In reasons sleep
May the coin redeem he
Dagger bleed he
Cup preserve me
Time reserve me
Woes begot, foes forgotten
When fear ensnares
Where once we dared them
Oh home away from home away
Weave back the will that went away
Breathe back the kiss Of yesterday
Our home from home away is plagued
As the sirens sang to me
Of the lives ive yet to lead
Of the secrets yet to keep
Of the To believe
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