In Flames - Artifacts Of The Black Rain Lyrics
Stood there leaning to the city moon,casting silhouettes tall to grip her white roomsthe black-clad voyeur in his black-clad masquein the serpentine sun of tragedy baskedStood there cursing at the soul-dead masswith their fabled illusions, the vain dreams that passedsplinters of a life rushing by in the whirlalone, silent warrior in a fantasy worldHe cried for night but night could not comeso, swept in the shroud of misanthropia he went awayand fed the empty gallerieswith the artifacts of the black rainsunken into the shadows with a dry, sardonic smileHe made the footprints a part of his heartto rouse a sacred confrontationStood there carving on the monument to liesdigging of the Earth, making friends with the soilas the all-mother rises and bares her bleeding thighshe disappears into her cold, icy womb