In Which Not Only The Mask Dies.



So As The Year Has Spent The Meaning

Of All The Hopes - The Bitter Days.

To Learn The Good Within The Griefing

To Hope The Best As I Start To Sink.



Why Did I Have To Leave My Fears

Behind The Hills Of Loneliness?

Why Did I Have To Find Her Here,

Who Loved The Black Behind My Mask?



Hand Scratching This Face - For Christin And The Days.

Blood Dripping On Dust - For The Love I Have Lost.

My Flesh And Bones - For The Fear And The Moans.

My Life - My Pain - To Dream With Her Everyday.



This Angels Voice That Fell Upon

My Fading Life My Fading Lies.

Christine May You Now Mask

This Dying Naked Soul Of Mine.