August - Warrel Dane

It was the Spring,

When we met our renewal.

And all around us,

was madness and ruin.

As if awaiting its prey,

the ascending melee,

pulled the sun down.

In August we laid her down,

in August we gave her to the ground.

One last kiss,

her last wish,

was that this moment would last forever.

In August we laid her down,

in August we gave her to the ground.

Torn away,

torn in two.

Destiny, where are you?

It was the Spring,

When we met our renewal.

And all around us,

was madness and ruin.

It was the Spring,

When we met our denial.

It was the Spring…

in August we laid her down.

In August we laid her down,

in August we gave her to the ground.

One last kiss,

her last wish,

was that this moment would last forever.

In August we laid her down,

in August we gave her to the ground.

In August we laid her down,

in August we gave her to the ground.

In August we laid her down,

in August we gave her to the ground.