Vold Book - Chrysopoeia Lyrics

Love is suicide for those who dream and cannot claim their prize
In another world their wishes might just come true
But he has now seen her depart with Paris in her arms
So out among the streets tonight, Romeo has taken sickened flight
With last hours, granting death all powers
On her balcony Juliet sets hearts afright
With a lengthy hunter's blade, carves into her chest's brocade, alone.
Bleeding from their high pinnacle
Dying they as lovers fixed upon grails of hope: two conjoined at last
Bleed to death our song
Blood mingles in the stream tonight
Tomorrow, the city will pause, reflection