Dark tower in the distance
With skulls and bones and withered flowers
With dying angels singing their elegies
For the Judas on his throne
A visage of beauty in the portrait
Aging with every little eyeblink
As it records my every deed
While I tread on this world of sin
Crow among the birds of paradise
Flying low without the touch of sun
Praying for the premonitions of false
Dying are the days of old
Under the wings of Pandemonium
Forever searching something of truth
Never knowing if there's nothing for me but this
The world is autumn, and I am leaves of an oak
Forever waiting for spring
Crow among the birds of paradise
Flying low without the touch of sun
Lead me away from these wilting scenes
Lead me away from this world of hurt
One death at a time
Swimming through the midnight waters
Traversing overgrown gardens
Only to find something of my own to bring home
Dying are the days of old
Under the wings of Pandemonium
Forever searching something of truth
Never knowing if there's nothing for me but this
If there's nothing for me but this
Let death define you
Long-lost tomb that carries my name
Leave flesh behind this dying world
Please no more, no more words
Stand by me, stand by me
Please look into my eyes
And tell me what do you see, do you see
And lead me away
From this world to some place where the colours will bloom
I linger now with broken legs
Forever bound to stray here alone
But my flame is the strongest bonfire of dreams
And only death can stop me on my
Journey towards the dawn that I'll reach one day
Swimming through the midnight waters
Traversing overgrown gardens
Only to find something of my own to bring home
Dying are the days of old
Under the wings of Pandemonium
Forever searching
The answer I've always feared
The answer which I now accept...
There's nothing for me but this
There's nothing for me but this
There's nothing for me but this
There's nothing for me but this