Satyrian - Feel The Rush

Crossing the scarlet sea
Towards the world within,
Here in paradise , the rain tastes like blood.

Look into my eyes, eyes that still behold.
Raining tears from weeping clouds, made of liquid gold.

Crossing the scarlet sea
Towards the world within,
Here in paradise, the rain tastes like blood.

The sinister scent of my fading breath,
An answer to the sweetest kiss of death.

And while my life is fading,
I feel the rush once more,
As it runs warm and vital,
Like it has run before.

Look into my eyes, eyes that still behold.
Raining tears from weeping clouds, made of liquid gold.
When my duly tears , my duly tears I laid,
Memories of pain and sorrow, down there in my grave.

And while my life is fading,
I feel the rush once more,
As it runs warm and vital,
Like it has run before.
I kiss the soul that fades,
With the last days of my life.
That wipes out all remains of my earthly strife.

Drowning in malaise of molten fire,
No passion in the light that I admire,
Therefore no more shall be night,
Therefore dreaming of secret might.

Crossing the scarlet sea
Towards the world within,
Here in paradise , the rain tastes like blood.

And while my life is fading,
I feel the rush once more,
As it runs, warm and vital,
Like it has run before.

And while my life is fading,
I feel the rush once more,
As it runs, warm and vital,
Like it has run before.

While my life is fading,
I feel the rush once more,
As it runs, warm and vital,
Like it has run before