Lyrics The Meadow of Sins - Wicked Asylum

The Meadow of Sins

The grip of dementia that smiles from a veil
Distorts all my visions, my passions of clay
She gathers the nymphos, the child and the rain
The ballet of death is our own masquerade
The lanterns are shining from my stoned demise
That sparkles like stars while I’m dying inside
The ghost of my sorrow you just cannot bear
For nothing is worth of my needless despair
The ballet won’t stop
Till our voices are whispers
Like frozen drops at the hands of our trickster
You walk on the scaffold you try not to see
You blame me for something you seem to esteem
In who is delighted to laugh at your sorrow
In name of your love she will kill you tomorrow
Silent is howling your death dressed in white
You don’t want to see that your time now is nigh
I may be deceived by my silent devotion
But all that Iʼll be is confetti in motion
The ballet won’t stop
Till our voices are whispers
Like frozen drops at the hands of our trickster