Pain Of Salvation - Lilium Cruentus (Deus Nova) LYRICS

On the Loss of Innocence

Music, lyric and arrangements by Daniel Gildenlöw



A Scene in Brown and Yellow:

At first I don't know why your presence fills me with unease

Though I've missed you more than Life itself

I freeze

It's like you've been lost and now you're glad to see my face

But as you sit down my confusion turns to distress

Not knowing how to let you know that you are

Dead

(I wake up sweating)



They tell me you are better off

Where you are now

Well, I don't care

They tell me that your pain is gone

Where you are now

Well, you left it here

See, I need to be strong

Need to be brave

I need to put faith in something

How could I live on

Not hoping we will meet

Again?



A Scene in White and Grey:

Under the icon's weight the old thoughts lay

Under the cross so still and pale

The flowers usher the stale breath of Death away

And someone tries to sing

But the bird of song has lost its wings

Now it twitches

Rips the stitches of a chest where tears are torn

And where all loss begins



Life seems too small when Death takes its toll

I need something to blame for this pain



A Scene in Amber - Flawed:

And have you ever had that dream

Where one you love passes away?

And you wake up crying to a world

Where she's long since gone

But you feel the pain

So close

As if she'd died today

But I need to be strong

I need to be brave

I need to put faith in something

How could I live on

Not hoping we will meet

Again

Some day?



Earth to Earth, Dust to Dust

A verse we know too well

Like a nursery rhyme

Just in reverse

'Cause we are all the little tin man

With hearts like little tin cans

And as we line them down with tears

Over the years

They inevitably turn

To rust



Life seems too small when Death takes its toll

I need something to blame for this pain

I try, I fail, I fall, like anyone you know

I break, I bleed, like anyone you know



A Scene in Blood on White:

Where the linen's changed just for tonight

And somehow we beat her to this sight

This ghostly room of Exit

That she enters by the flicker of candle light

And in her breast

A desert storm is taking form

An old thirst that can never be quenched or killed

Sweeps over the cold

Broken but thousandfold

"My Love!"