HORTUS ANIMAE lyrics : "Chapter Eight: A Gothic Ghost / The Death Of All Beauty"
Now we face the walk all through the garden, blood red flowers gathered round...
In a sorrowful embrace we won't fear the thorns, we won't fear the pain...
Let us walk towards the light, call it destiny or fate...
And the wounds, let them be opened, 'cause the stream that flows is love and the stream that flows is hate...
No existing beauty has ever had a brighter shine than thine.
Now you fade away.
Like sand from my hand, you slip away
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