Ethereal Passing - Hanging Garden

A starless dark Dazed eyes of a child Disbelief inside A bleak scene That slowly dies Our ravished paradise Will show us how small we are Low handing clouds Pou

Demons among us Have set the way Of our remaining days Sank our hears to woe Suppresses our faith Crucified with rusty nails A thousand cries inside This serene

"You never said a word You never cried a tear Your still eyes stared at me Your soul had disappeared Still, you light my morn Little one, stillborn This bleak

Among this dying scene I try to pull together Scattered beauty, Shards of life The waning ruins of mankind For you to see My unborn child Like statues in the ra