Once upon a time
Our future was their yesteryear
A fateful winterchime
Foretold
A dolorous destiny
Sinful shades of mellow scarlet lips
Once seduced to an ineffable crime
Her created alabaster skin
Cracks all cogwheels of time
Pallid spectres dancing through my mind
Once again he took her tender hand
The roundabout of foolishness tumbled around
A conceived Elysium that could not stand
Eyes as green as poisoned moss
Once promised treason in disguise
Now her masquerade is lost
And her visage did paralyze
Her anathema dines with avarice
The crimson ashes of his abandon
A prohibition can’t prevent the rise
Of her licit anthem
Where silent gods used to cry
Their everlasting tears
Her ticking tick tack used to sing
The music of the spheres
Deathly twines of fading life
Will be drawn to the song
Of the clock smiths machine wife
Her magnetic bale fire
Draws the humanly desire
Her arcane symphony of lust
Crushes all the seven sins to dust
As creation's crowning glory
She’ll be the clock smiths’ acrimony
Devotion of her laced waist
Steal his soul’s last grace
On that blackened alabaster day
Where clocks sang louder than before
A winged aura of life fades away
And her fallen beauty was seen no more
But sometimes in a lonely hour
I hear that forlorn phantom
And now his death will confound the rise
Of her licit anthem
Where silent gods used to cry
Their everlasting tears
Her ticking tick tack used to sing
The music of the spheres
Deathly twines of fading life
Will be drawn to the song
Of the clock smiths machine wife
Once upon a time
Our future was their yesteryear
A Fateful winter chime
Buried
Those who disappeared
Our future was their yesteryear
A fateful winterchime
Foretold
A dolorous destiny
Sinful shades of mellow scarlet lips
Once seduced to an ineffable crime
Her created alabaster skin
Cracks all cogwheels of time
Pallid spectres dancing through my mind
Once again he took her tender hand
The roundabout of foolishness tumbled around
A conceived Elysium that could not stand
Eyes as green as poisoned moss
Once promised treason in disguise
Now her masquerade is lost
And her visage did paralyze
Her anathema dines with avarice
The crimson ashes of his abandon
A prohibition can’t prevent the rise
Of her licit anthem
Where silent gods used to cry
Their everlasting tears
Her ticking tick tack used to sing
The music of the spheres
Deathly twines of fading life
Will be drawn to the song
Of the clock smiths machine wife
Her magnetic bale fire
Draws the humanly desire
Her arcane symphony of lust
Crushes all the seven sins to dust
As creation's crowning glory
She’ll be the clock smiths’ acrimony
Devotion of her laced waist
Steal his soul’s last grace
On that blackened alabaster day
Where clocks sang louder than before
A winged aura of life fades away
And her fallen beauty was seen no more
But sometimes in a lonely hour
I hear that forlorn phantom
And now his death will confound the rise
Of her licit anthem
Where silent gods used to cry
Their everlasting tears
Her ticking tick tack used to sing
The music of the spheres
Deathly twines of fading life
Will be drawn to the song
Of the clock smiths machine wife
Once upon a time
Our future was their yesteryear
A Fateful winter chime
Buried
Those who disappeared
( Once (Symphonic Metal Band) )
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