The Embrace - Vicki Richards

Watching it crumble Might have eased the hurt Feeling it disappear Only made it worse Pulling it piece by piece Slicing up ribbons could dismiss To slowly disintegrate Could have been the perfect gift May you feel this, while you sleep Push the poisonous thorns in you May you feel this while you wake Bear your poisonous thorns Walk into traffic Running with open knives Searching for mercy here That I'm too weak to find To take my deepest breath I walk into the raging sea To drown down this emptiness It's all you have left for me May you feel this, while you sleep Push the poisonous thorns in you May you feel this while you wake Bear your poisonous thorns May you feel this while you wake Bear your poisonous thorns I hope you feel this I hope that you can feel this As it's fading, the darkness shifts (the darkness shifts) This may be the perfect gift May you feel this, while you sleep Push the poisonous thorns in you May you feel this while you wake Bear your poisonous thorns Oh May you feel this (may you feel this) May you feel this while you wake May you feel this (may you feel this) May you feel this while you wake

Oh, angel of my winter Grieveth for the pain of sadness A gothic embrace restores my love God took away Ye romance of forgotten times In eras without the sun An ocean of tears I see A nightfall of dreams caresses me Thou wert, thou art Thou shalt forever be Ye nightshade of thy sorrow Stretching out in twilight's beauty In love with ye thousands of nights But weeping in silence, in ebony For melancholy forever, forever Jesus Christ walks the earth A pitiful shade of God A cruel conspiracy For the sake of slavery And He drags us down To the plague of humanity Set us free I've killed my holiness Killed my emptiness I'm fallen from God Fallen from guilt I've abandoned the light The light that blinded so long Free from submission But still under His spell We're in pain, pain, pain Sorrow turns to anguish And I scream with hate at the tyrant above (Hosanna de Profundis) (Arcana Imperii) (Salva me, Libera me) Gothic moon ablazeth the eventide so sonorous Ye solemn of a lovelorn garden of crimson souls All true beauty is sad But lost within the clenched hands of God Lost within the clenched hands of God We're all like dying embers, we are fallen leaves As long as Thy power is seated on Heaven's throne The false righteousness in Thy glory's name Forever, forever shall I grieve I mourn that the night passes us by Let there be an eternal night, eternal night