Charon - November's Eve Lyrics
White dreams of sour relishfour candles in virgins nestSweet rhyme of brook flows in our minds... we fly.Words in a cold frost eve,taken by the form of breezeFalling down before they get to known... the soughDrunken by a fierce of nightand some who reclamied my mindThe dark is longer than we thought, so cold.Black snow shall fade our shapesroots of the oak embraceSweet rhyme of brook flows through our times, alive.A quiet pray, another dayfor the words that never said.November's eve, four of a breezefor the words that never feels,Forever we die, forever disdainin white dreams of sour relish.Forever white, forever nightloose love cleaves to a dark.