Vinous Red

River is cold and old, that place where memories and thoughts are bold.

Soon you fly within your sky, grinning at the wall and breaching your soul

Rise between night I will be day, close my fowl in a lie beneath shame

Turning to dust witness of lust, teaching you hundred ways of our musk

I'll find you a path thru a memory hall, dreamers of men are starting a brawl

Vinous red line and sickness was brought, there was a mistress of time the old

Ride between clay and hair seems tied, I would be glad to offer a ride

Sickness in mind man of light, sawn your face in the summer of night

I'll find you a path thru a memory hall, dreamers of men are starting a brawl