As in the beginning I stand in the end
A silent vision, a sinister friend
I cut my wrist and bleed out the sin
I stand a martyr in the pools of my with-ins
Sorry dear, Sorry dear, I didn't want to
Sorry dear, I didn't want to leave you this way
I stand in shadows on the dark side of night
in discontent between darkness and light
This veil of innocents which tramples the skin
conceals the secrets that I held with-in
Sorry dear, Sorry dear, I didn't want to
Sorry dear, I didn't want to leave you this way
The moonfield shadows portray me in lice
the small incision he makes with a knife
I am the orphan of Oria Zine
He is the omen, the Orpheus
the valiant stranger
Sorry dear, Sorry dear, I didn't mean to
Sorry dear, I didn't mean to leave you this way
A true hidden treasure of a song writer. This gent has been capturing songs in demo form on old tape recorders since the 80s. . . and he's still capturing his magic sounds in his secret basement. Damien Youth