Drowned in Cyan - DAMNED SPRING FRAGRANTIA

If I were the ocean I would dry myself

In disbelief and disgrace

Sweep away the venom set on our path behind

Pull your face to the deep once again

Do you recognize my darkest I

Flames all around

Burning guilt and drawing demise

Flames all around

Burning guilt and drawing demise

These corridors now painted of cyan and blue

For we're recreated a salvation in bloom

This is our last will before dusk

Drowning in cyan rushing headlong to the void

Meditate and go astray in new grace

I'll bring enlightment through your clouded lies

A torch bearer against the tide

Now arised

These corridors now painted of cyan and blue

For we're recreated a salvation in bloom

This is our last will

If I were vast as the oceans are

I would sorely spread myself