Blue Gallery (October Tide)

The rain I fear Kills again We sacrify The ways of time There is a ghostly morgue Painted the day A haunting cast of moon I got us flowers for my second doom I fear white ghosts like me The tidings of October I paint myself like All sky Die Into the blue Someone has to die I already did Deep In October Fear all those nights of pain My soul, is it dying Break my wings I've lost it all Into the blue Someone has to die I already did Deep In October Fear all those nights of pain My soul, is it dying Break my wings I've lost it all