《You Were But A Ghost In My Arms》歌词

[00:09:15] Like snowfall, you cry a silent storm

[00:09:15] Your tears paint rivers on this oaken wall. . .

[00:09:15] Amber nectar, misery ichor

[00:09:15] . . .cascading in streams of hallowed form

[00:09:15] For each stain, a forsaken shadow

[00:09:15] You are the lugubrious spirit

[00:09:15] Etched in the oak of wonder

[00:09:15] You are the sullen voice and silent storm

[00:09:15] Each night I lay

[00:09:15] Awakened by her shivering silent voice

[00:09:15] From the shapes in the corridor walls.

[00:09:15] It pierces the solitude like that of a distant scream

[00:09:15] In the pitch-black forest of my delusion. . .

[00:09:15] With each passing day, a deeper grave. . .

[00:09:15] "Why did you leave me to die?"

[00:09:15] "Why did you abandon me?"

[00:09:15] "Why did you walk away and leave me bitterly yearning?"

[00:09:15] Her haunting, contorted despair was etched into the wood's grain

[00:09:15] Though fire rages within me, no fire burns fiercer than her desire

[00:09:15] The shape whispers my name. . .

[00:09:15] I damn this oak!

[00:09:15] I damn her sorrow!

[00:09:15] I damn these oaken corridors

[00:09:15] That bear the ghosts of those I've thrown away!

[00:09:15] Though tempted I am to caress her texture divine

[00:09:15] And taste her pain sweet, sweet like brandy wine;

[00:09:15] I must burn these halls, these corridors

[00:09:15] And silence her shrill, tormenting voice

[00:09:15] . . .forever. . .

[00:09:15] Like snowfall, you cried a silent storm

[00:09:15] No tears stain this dust in my hands

[00:09:15] But from this ashen gray, her voice still

[00:09:15] Whispers my name. . .

[00:09:15] You were the lugubrious spirit

[00:09:15] Who haunted the oak of wonder

[00:09:15] You were the geist that warned this frozen silent storm

[00:09:15] You were but a ghost in my arms