Lacrimas Profundere

...And so we take the gift of crying
and bask in the fire of past
the grandeous hope undying the wish will fall at last
...So this is the sweetest choice
unhearing gate unhearing breath
embrace the stigma of the voice the kiss of life the kiss of death
...Bewitch the sense of the forgotten
disarm the fear of all the pain
when all what hurts is slowly rotten
it's the symbol's garden's gain