A Black Dress

We dream of reason A dry season a setting of the western sun A dark wraith a bold hold of hands-on high A reason for the gun A black dress in the white west bold hold and driven apart a season in the son we dream of the white west of biter treason burning in the one the way of the gun A black house in the middle of Russian a gold stallion on the eastern shore we bore the war of the rest a dry quest in the setting of the sun the dying of humanity a dry season on the western earth a reason we grow old the white waste the bitter taste the rage of the one the reason for the gun a black house in the middle of oblivion a mansion of many rooms a white dress drifts in its halls cast shimmering liquid lights upon hallow walls the movement of the sea the dreamer dreaming deep in the ancient ocean depths a dry season of the western Runs, a hand holds bold in the death of one a reason for the gun a bloody dress and black crest a sword of dominion stained by truths healing hand the bold grows old in the white west the dominion of one the white west the black house the talons reach deep inside heal the lovers as love is lost kill the king, as it carries me off on raven wings a white dress the reason for the son drives me onto my knees a silent plea Of a black dress worn by my empress The gun is hot in my hand my blood runs cold In my conquered lands. I see her drift down deep in fear the animal inside What have I done What has begun A crimsons stain on a white dress In the middle of the room I feel the coming doom. A white house A red stain In times like these I watch her down, falling Down Deep is the reason for the gun...