The Wounded - We Pass Our Bridal Days

Our marriage?
You promised me warmth, peace and harmony
And what do I get instead of the wars and the lies
Everyday since you spoke of leaving, taking the kids
Oh, may God forgive my comparisment of you as a harlot
Till death did do us part?
You will never see me again, I'm gone, goodbye

Oh, matrimonial gods of romance
I took refuge to your throne
Deceived by the light of your heavens
I passed my bridal days
And I collapsed in a forlorn paradise
Through forgotten fields of remembrance
As the moments of harmony die
We cry with ebony hearts of grief

They spoke of loyalty before God
But not gods appearance could bless their lie
The stars in number, the day's they cried
Alone at birth, alone they died

I move through a murdered eden
Under a forsaken sky
Where our mothers enjoyed our birth
While they should have cried
I revolve from need into passion, hurting
Hurting stubborn passion

Enamoured spirits dance
They suffer eachothers enthralment
In a forever lost existence
They tear our souls into disharmony

Tragedy and tears are kings in this world
Day by day, we live to leave