Lyrics Devil Doll - Dies Irae Part 11

Among The Trees,
Holding Her Out My Hands
"What About A Walk?"
I Avoid The Sharp Splinters
Of Her Sweet Shattered Gaze.
Step By Step
Into The Labyrinths Of Doubt
Every Shelter: A Trap.
While Distresses I Witness
The Twilight Of My Heart
You Spread Around Drops Of Light
Unaware Of The Rustle
Of Invisible Syllables:
"You Will Not Get Out
Of Eternal Peace!"
And The Virgin Blade Kisses,
-Freeing-
Your White Throat.

No Pain
I'm Quite Sure
She Feels No Pain!
The Voice
Still Throbs:
"Each Man
Kills
The Thing
He Loves!"
(Incubus)