| 1 |
You Have Changed for the Worse, Watered Your Dreams Down, You Have Betrayed the Solitary Lifestyle Which Was Given to Us by Destiny |
Wings of an Angel |
2:03 |
| 2 |
Endless Visions of Cosmic Funeral Grounds, as Fathomless Rivers of Withered Dreams, Nurture the Spirit of Dark Genius, Beyond the Reach of Years |
Wings of an Angel |
2:06 |
| 3 |
It's Not Inconceivable That in One of These Abandoned Urban Buildings, Facing the Sill Which Opens Only in the Most Remote Reserves of the Night, Sits a Brokenhearted Poet, Staring at the Sadly Blurred Eyes of the Vast Crowd Passing Nonchalantly in the Streets of the City, Ignoring His Existence |
Wings of an Angel |
2:28 |
| 4 |
Amidst This Involuntary Desert We Call Our Home Planet, There Was, for a Tiny Moment, a Young Lady Which Sang Like an Angel in a Landscape of Strange Light, and Her Unfamiliar Beauty, Delicate and Pure Like Honey, Soothed the Emotional Desolation in My Heart |
Wings of an Angel |
16:35 |
| 5 |
An Infinite Loop May Fade Unto Naught, but Dead End Roads Never End... Black Cats Pray as They Walk on the Track, Towards Remarkable Nothingness |
Wings of an Angel |
3:48 |