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Six roses of damnation thorns of oblivion, dreams unfold. Stars enlighten a darkened sky like reminders of ancient stories, still untold. As shadows dance through the landscape the dreamy spires now grow bold. Like statues of gods once fighting autumn wars, the remains shaped in purest gold. Silver is the eye that sees it all reflecting its light on marbled stone. The beauty of night oppresses his thoughts at once an eclipse darkens the halls. He wanders beyond the gates to their kingdom through cemetaries of dismal dreams and misery. The snow-covered mountains, so dark and cold lay hidden in the silence of a deathlike eternity. The smell of passion and gloomy romanticism laying over the dusk-filled gardens: Gardens drenched in the colours of temptation but hidden in the music of the dead. The wanderer goes on and on his kingdom will never be theirs, never. In bittersweet desire, grim and everlasting through all times he wanders, alone and forever... Aus Songtexte Mania