Astatines - From Her Lips Lyrics

The leaves are falling from life
The cinders are at fall
This growing cold tear us apart

If the fire could burn
Showed you a way home
Where only dead flowers are shown

In the snow, under the frozen sky
We'll dance my beautiful
Follow me
She said, as we hide
I am yours and you are mine

Faces of phantomine
Formed in tomorrow's ashes
Fainted smiles of white

In timely spring with its sweet air
Like black roses that once grew so fair
Our footsteps will show

In the snow, under the frozen sky
We'll dance my beautiful
Follow me
She said, as we hide
I am yours and you are mine