The Bleedıng Sun - Dancing With The Red Storm

Dancing With The Red Storm

I can see behind this mirror,
as you dance among the fog...
I can read into your mind,
the emptiness that's filled with tears...

But you must dance
and this damnation has nothing to do about it
Just embrace me once again
to fall in the exile without confusion

And surround me in black into your grace,
to find a reason for...
Just embrace me once again
to fall in the exile without confusion

This glorious end is the ascension to that horizon
the nebula of liquid arms it's coming for us...
The night becoming red....

Paths that draw me away from sanity,
we'll know how the silence is made...
perhaps from blood covered sheets...

I take the flesh that lays into your grave,
and I eat it all like a wolf...
howling for you.

This glorious end is the ascension to that horizon
The night becoming red....
the nebula of liquid arms it's coming for us...

Mysterious voracity...
masked with your skin,
of intense taste...
So black is your veil
that I can't see beyond it

And I fall next to your pain,
burying me in this hunger...
for passion...

Your last song, my last poem and one last sigh...

nothing I shall fear as the whine of the red storm
wraps me up...

I take the flesh that lays into your grave,
and I eat it all like a wolf...
howling for you.

Why are you dancing now
for the gods of the Promised Land?
For they betrayed you
condemning you behind the mirror,
among the fog...

I can see behind this mirror,
as you dance among the fog...
I can read into your mind,
the emptiness that's filled with tears...

But you must dance
and this damnation has nothing to do about it
Just embrace me once again
to fall in the exile without confusion

Just embrace me once again
to fall in the exile without confusion
And surround me in black into your grace,
to find a reason for...

Mysterious voracity...
masked with your skin,
of intense taste...
So black is your veil
that I can't see beyond it

And I fall next to your pain,
burying me in this hunger...
for passion...

Your last song, my last poem and one last sigh...
nothing I shall fear as the whine of the red storm
wraps me up...