Path Of Golconda - Petriachor (The Parting Of Hearts) lyrics

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Path Of Golconda - Petriachor (The Parting Of Hearts) lyrics

I have loved flowers that fade -A murder of daybreak- For its bloom once seen after dusk Dried within the golden light of lust And as I, like the guardian of nightfall Sow the stillness of all smothered hope I grew a cosmic space between us And between the prayer and his god Between the Prayer and his God... I see kaleidoscopes breaking Shattered gla** on a shiftsanded soil My weak hands bleeding Scarred from the stars we grew dark I pray for rain on my shoulders And those stabwounds in our hearts As I slid my soul with rusty razors On this night without hope and sweet Petriachor ... and the Parting of Hearts I have sought hours that break Damnation's tidings But amidst the silent winds of grace Roared those venom crafts of hate In the scorpions nest where we had slept Altogether with the fear of life A deadly fire took our breaths For any words and falling sighs: The cold sting of envy I see kaleidoscopes breaking Shattered gla** on a shiftsanded soil My weak hands bleeding Scarred from the stars we grew dark I pray for rain on my shoulders And those stabwounds in our hearts As I slid my soul with rusty razors On this night without hope and sweet Petriachor ... and the Parting of Hearts ... for only losses shall last Forevermore... mistaken the past For so fast I stole all roses from her grave And in the waning light of a world forced to decease We danced as if this paradise was never meant to leave Her opal eyes were burning tears and ravens darkened her Lovelorn mares and gifted me the poison that we were... And I can never forgive me losing you I can't forgive me losing you... again... Arms that lengthen a yet magical mania Strangle trust and grace From heart to c*nt succumbed to frost Is all that counts thy colder face I see kaleidoscopes breaking Shattered gla** on a shiftsanded soil My weak hands bleeding Scarred from the stars we grew dark I pray for rain on my shoulders And those stabwounds in our hearts As I slid my soul with rusty razors On this night without hope and sweet Petriachor ... and the Parting of Hearts Petriachor ... for only losses will last Petriachor ... and the Parting of Hearts Petriachor...

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