Her Lips Were Poetry and Doom Lyrics

"And there hath come the time to tell the tale of long forsaken shadows...oh, a shudder came o'er me, beloveth...a symphony of grieving echoes...and through your tears, I saw the age of men, fallen in the slumbers' chalice...there's nothing left but dimness, burning candles..."

We used to write our poetry at dawn
And thou art dead, my dear siren,
I felt your whispers guide the waves,
As if our vows were now forgotten

We were but the innocence of silence,
Thus, I renew the oath I once took at your knees,
A kiss to surrender, my crown for your hand
A song to remember that all things will end...