Empyrean Death

Empyrean Death

By: Sunny Cloud

The crude spirit of exquisite form of love

Shattered behind the thirsty souls of mine

As I glimpse to you, my heart is in throb

Chasing for your presence, Is only a sign

That loves is passed through your spirit

It should never be missed the last death

Of your heart that doesn't have a cure

This time, you can feel the love, I really sure

Leave that place and move to succeed

I'm here to give a love that you need

Don't dispatch someone's life anymore

Dream again as what you want before

You're like a little piece of broken glass

Beneath the space of ruined past

Leaving alone for a thousand hours

And covered by the mumbling dust

Forget the past and start, as your presence

Live with glory and mark in your absence

Remember we have a lot of trials in life

So it's better to throw your sacred knife.