We are the before
And we are the hereafter.
Among the dying stars
Of the pale night sky,
We search for you.
Our wings, stitched with
The dreams of forlorn prophets,
Beat violently against
That painful wind.
As we breathe the air
Of this regretful dawn,
You, clouded by the memories
Of that wrongful past,
Seek out the
Garden of Broken Roses.
Never looking back at
The impending desistance.
Like in your childhood,
You here the voices of
That lost time;
\"You will fall.
For we are many and
You are but one.
And in the world of pain
And despair,
The heart of one
Cannot prevail...\"
Ravaged by the thorns
Of those jealous words,
Your breathing slows
And your vision blurred,
Can only make out the hazy
Figures that stand before you.
As you cry, we smile.
\"You will die as you lived
By the hand that governs
The soul...\"
Our thorns slowly creeping
Into what is left of your
Fragile heart,
Gently bleed the remnents
Of that final breath.
We are the innocent
And we are the guilty.
We have come in search for you
Because, like us, you are
Forsaken.
You, like a dying star, resist
The fate that awaits you.
As the suns rises,
We become plagued.
How can one surpass
So many?
Is the weakest heart
In fact so powerful?
Until time finally ceases,
We will stand,
Face to face.
Until the answers
Break the clouds.
We will wait...

But how long can you,
Before the screams of
Our whispers take your life?

At the end of the rains,
One word hangs in the heavens;

\"Gothica\"