Dark tower in the distance With skulls and bones and withered flowers With dying angels singing their elegies For the Judas on his throne A visage of beauty in the portrait Aging with every little eyeblink As it records my every deed While I tread on this world of sin Crow among the birds of paradise Flying low without the touch of sun Praying for the premonitions of false Dying are the days of old Under the wings of Pandemonium Forever searching something of truth Never knowing if there's nothing for me but this The world is autumn, and I am leaves of an oak Forever waiting for spring Crow among the birds of paradise Flying low without the touch of sun Lead me away from these wilting scenes Lead me away from this world of hurt One death at a time Swimming through the midnight waters Traversing overgrown gardens Only to find something of my own to bring home Dying are the days of old Under the wings of Pandemonium Forever searching something of truth Never knowing if there's nothing for me but this If there's nothing for me but this Let death define you Long-lost tomb that carries my name Leave flesh behind this dying world Please no more, no more words Stand by me, stand by me Please look into my eyes And tell me what do you see, do you see And lead me away From this world to some place where the colours will bloom I linger now with broken legs Forever bound to stray here alone But my flame is the strongest bonfire of dreams And only death can stop me on my Journey towards the dawn that I'll reach one day Swimming through the midnight waters Traversing overgrown gardens Only to find something of my own to bring home Dying are the days of old Under the wings of Pandemonium Forever searching The answer I've always feared The answer which I now accept... There's nothing for me but this There's nothing for me but this There's nothing for me but this There's nothing for me but this