In the dark forest, beyond the horizon
A trail of tears leads the way
To the core of the forest where sorrow sleeps
In the depths of the night
Where sorrow meets tragedy
And where sad whispers haunt silently
Only dreary black roses along the path
A dead road filled with mystic tragedy
Dark as the sinful fields of the mind
Melancholic angels whisper softly in the dark
In this black velvet night of sadness
A tearful song is played by the their harps
The harps of the bewailing sadden angels