Silentium

"To Save One's Soul, We Need Nothing More Than Regret, And This Shall Become The Fall Of Man"
I have cursed thy grace in heavens
For such torments given to my heart
Such pain to pay for feelings
What throne of thorns inside I've felt
"O loВґ, as the morn breaks
And yon is the memory of thine warmth
O loВґ, as the morn breaks
Deluge of tears upon frozen soil"
...but this one last night
Would I repent