Saraband - Corpus Delicti

She sleep in the rivers bed, drunk of her sadness

Her head head the dwelling of deepest torment, of deepest lament

Caressing the water like ice, she shakes her head until

Her spirit finds the reason of her fright

The words you meant to tell will never be

Your dreaming of violence with secret the ocean has the key

The evil hand hangs on your ship

«We're so diffrent, when I’m cold an silent

Your’re setting a fire to dry your heart»

They’re jumping an dancing and loving and kissing on an on

They’re dying and bleeding and hating and sighing on an on

«I take back my trust in you, I take my trust in you»

She swims in the rivers bed, posessed by her feelings

The moon fades in the gloomy expense that dreft her naked skin

Caressing like marsh, she journs her hands until

Her body finds the reason of her thrill

The words you meant to tell will never be

You’re diving in silence like a mermaid in the dreary sea

The evil hands inside of him

«We're so diffrent, when I’m cold an silent

Your’re setting a fire to dry your heart»

They’re jumping an dancing and loving and kissing on an on

They’re dying and bleeding and hating and sighing on an on

«I take back my trust in you, I take my trust in you»

She died in the rivers bed, drowned by her sorrow

The waves carried her body in shreds, her soul will follow

An the words he meant to tell will never be

He’s diving with sadness in unknown, dark and spellbound seas

The fading moon will shine on him