The Gloomy Shade Songtext / Lyric

The wings stuck on the pavement by your blood
And the day which enlightens your crushed spectre.

Sometimes you frighten me, you make me see death
in the depths of the abyss, in the middle of the street.

You look like this paper sheet
Smooth like the sky in a beautiful summer day

But a small amount of your blood is stuck on the pavement
And I'm frightened, and I'm cold / It's my death, it's your death I behold

They crushed your head and your heart
They stole you everything, poor crushed spectre
I need to cry though I don't love you