In Crimson Dreams

I've struggled to find the dimmest of candlelight

Under which to scrawl these morbid words



Through half-hearted and mortal innocent sacrifice

To dreams of the rising snake, beneath cimmerian skies

From leaves that fell under Autumn strain

To slowly dying embers, that crackle in the rain



I am dreaming crimson dreams of you



Oh, the scars carved in my body... I gave to you

The fires...

May your glory be jewelled

With gifts of armour, worn with pride, lost in battle

To the rings I wear that bear your name



I am dreaming crimson dreams of you



Have I ever felt this way before?

Have I ever dreamed that I could be inside of you?

Taste your ever sweet love

Bow my head at the sound of you crying?

I remember when I tasted your tears.