Forest Of Shadows Departure 1. Sleeping Death 2. November Dream 3. Bleak Dormition 4. Open Wound 5. Departure Sleeping Death bleak silver streams the light of many a star born from thrones in dark heaven and swept in the suns demise bleak silver streams the radiance of eternity paint the meadows in dismal shades as sleeping death seep thru the clouds i stand motionless and marvel with empty eyes like a portrait of bliss forsaken wearing the colors of loss i stand motionless like a grieving graveyard statue and i drape my face with my bare hands as sleeping death seeps thru the clouds i felt a dying embrace a soft breeze of weary winds singing silent lamentations a prologue to a tragedy untold clad in the cold breath of october the stars fall from their thrones and my last gleam of hope fade away in this crestfall orchard where the final chapter lies written dressed in a robe of shattered dreams as the flower withers in this crestfallen orchard where fallen leaves lies dying i kneel down in solitude as sleeping death seeps thru the clouds i stare into the forever night and i travel beyond the fallen stars i sink into oblivions twilight dream where my sleeping beauty lies sleeping with the dead November Dream amidst a forest of shadows swept in thorns and songs of farewell i felt an echo of a glorious time gently whispering my name as if knowing of my demise as if guiding me away from the torments of my loss towards that which i seek one final glimpse of her smile and so i followed and arrived at the shore of a silent lake where i beheld a starlit silhouette of somehow familiar features it was her, my love and life staring into the night and awaiting my advent i called out her name and she unfolded her funeral face with eyes of radiant sorrow that pierced my blissful stare a moment of joy turned to dust as she spoke her final sigh and left me shattered and alone amidst a forest of shadows swept in thorns and songs of farewell Bleak Dormition [instrumental] Open Wound i saw the flowers die grand beauty turn to dust under wings of cold white death winter came into my sleep i had left myself once again covered with grey despair my fallen memories lay bleak and bare untold misery had awaken come, enlight my dream with your forever smile linger here awhile and be with me in my sleep come, return the sun for it is growing dark and i am bleeding dry from this open wound i wear the face of a dying wish seeking beyond the gate of my delusion where she is dancing with the dead clad in a shroud of eternal peace come, enlight my dream let your moon arise save me from the fruit fed with sorrows dew come, return from dust be with me for one last time save me from myself or i will be dead by dawn i saw the flowers die and nothing felt the same under wings of cold white death weary hours brought the end Departure daylight left with a grand adieus and i felt its twilight kiss dancing into my empty stare clad in a spectrum of dying colors peering through oblivion where memories lay waste and wilde like fragments of a lamentation sleeping within a lie daylight left with a grand adieus and i gazed into its bleak eyes as it wept the end of my days with radiance of bitter loss entering my deep within where thorns grow without restraint piercing my blissful sleep awakening a tragedy daylight left with a grand adieus and i saw black draperies fall to the sound of a whispering nocturne played gently with the echoing minors of my past growing withing my mind like an endless crescendo of melancholy feeding on my last gleams of hope as night had set forever daylight left with a grand adieus and i found myself in a sea of death floating helplessly towards the end drenched in a withering illusion pulsing through my veins the lasting torments of a funeral song that left me singing the opening theme the soundtrack of my fall daylight left with a grand adieus and i asked for its forever hand stretched out with a euphony of sirens as if knowing the hour was mine granting eternal sleep with distant songs of a farewell dream i know there is another somewhere and i would die to meet its smile