Tears For The Raven Muse Lyrics

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Tears For The Raven Muse Lyrics

by Thorns Of The Carrion

I have lost all on fields of black remorse

As scarlet tears drowned thy will and thy hope

Fading with the sun were thy precious dreams

Yet still her sweet face was with thee as I died



She is the raven that kisses the wind

And echoes the fears of man

She is a vision of subtle melody

Soft black lace graced her skin

Pale as the ivory night moon

Morose and beauty over me

Consuming all...



The winds carried a mist of red death over dead crowned hills

As the rain quelled the burning fields now drowned in blood

The trumpets of man's war rose silently from far distant woods

As a pall reflection of melancholy in the wrath of this deceit

Clouds of ashen gray dew down the sorrow of their lives

The end of all days is here and time must now fall away



Yet thy eyes went to her grace and drowned in her beauty

I devoured her elegant warmth and caress, delicate in it's endless care

Yet thy heart went with her blood that day, an eternal part her

This raven took from thee thy life and gave to thee an undying lust



As the sun gently drifted beyond hills stained with red

I arose to a world of scarlet hued tears frozen in filth

There upon the scarred earth I gazed forever into their lifeless eyes

Downcast hollowed shadows of man crying silently in repose

Their lives had become one with thee and their souls I claimed

I had been reborn into a darkness greater than man



The eternal scarlet sun has set beyond this land

And before thee the lives of thy people have gone...

(I must weave this tale of sorrow and despair

This tapestry of depression is the story of thy life

For sadness is the raven muse of tragedy...

Sadness is the raven muse of tragic loss)