Tomb of Insomnia

Falling, crying Sleeping through the ancient winter Evil shadows moving towards the sky Doomed spirits marching in the fields of eternal mist Laughing, crying The autumn turned into the fall of god Behold the ancient sky Clouds of blood Souls cannot sleep Until the throne has been risen Tomb of insomnia Souls cannot sleep And nor can I They fall The heavenly angels Their wings soaked in blood They can't fly A cathedral of splendour They fall So now I can sleep Purest sorrow embrace my soul I can sleep