Tempest of Sorrow

Gray angels tomorrow, The wounds of the broken. This tempest of sorrow Deforms the emotion. Into a whale With a sharp fin through the heart of our Fathers. Yet some shadows still bore the truth Hanging by this castle. Empty eyes In the Desert. Bleak skies, Herald Of pain. Gray angels on The Sparks. The eclipse sows the seed. Tempest of sorrow, Fear of the absence of life. Shame will follow love. Words shall embrace the Night. Bleak skies, Herald Of pain. The eclipse Sows the seed. Gray angels tomorrow, The wounds of the broken. This tempest of sorrow Defiles the communion. Into A whale with a sharp fin through the heart Of our fathers. Yet Some shadows still bore the truth Hanging by this castle