Beyond The Dream - Rotting lovers, withering flowers

That is not fear in my eyes
I just want to see love tonight

Love, safe from the world…
Love, saved, buried

I remember them, i once knew
Two became one, their journey was just began
On the path i would never find but i could find them
At the end of the path i will never find

Here i´m standing bravely above them
Mud on my hands, i am almost there
Here i´m standing bravely above them
With a thousand roses i did bring

Watching proudly, they´re embracing before me
Sweetly rotting lovers on the withering flowers
Man who´s used, abused and without the Muse
Feels himself finally fulfilled
Watching proudly, now they are embracing before me
Maybe i won´t leave them, maybe i will keep them

Maybe i will never lay them into rest again
Disdain was mine, while walking thin line and when
The line ends or bends my way into dark
I´ll be the perfect mark
for them who´ll travel my steps into depths
Here´s no room for tears
but i was weak and i wept

While standing bravely above them
Mud on my hands, i am almost there
Standing bravely above them
Blood on my hands, the same color as the roses i did bring

Watching their bodies, rotting slowly from inside
The expiration dates of them has been long time ago passed by
Still this is the only thing i want to remember!

Watching proudly, they´re embracing before me
Sweetly rotting lovers on the withering flowers,
Man who´s used, abused and without the Muse
Feels himself finally fulfilled
Watching proudly, now they are embracing before me
Maybe i won´t leave them, maybe i will keep them

Maybe i will never lay them into rest again
Disdain was mine, while walking thin line and when
The line ends or bends my way into dark
I´ll be the perfect mark
for them who´ll travel my steps into depths
Here´s no room for tears
but i was weak and i wept