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Poem written by Anna Mornen Music: Franz Gordon — Shapes of Shadows The poem: My angel's sleeping in my arms There's nothing left So much is done My horns are bending down in grief There's only pain There's no relief Her skin is purely white and cold As early snow A newborn tomb I feel her silent deepened breath I hear the hooves Of creeping death My huge black wings embrace the light The fading ember In the night Dark crimson tears of her blood Feed ashened ground Torn apart By whom she's loved, she's left in peace And darkness falls I'm on my knees Till end of days I'll weep alone That is my doom In abyss mourn We all destroy what we love most Our souls are haunted By their ghosts
