Volturian
Distant Caress
[Verse 1]
Distant caress of dying stars
Fading on the edge of dreams
Last few sparkles of life
Blood spills from eyes too bare to see
The real form
The essence of the air
The enigma

[Verse 2]
Sharp blades cut the threads
Where existence ceased to show itself
A parallel universe
Where you, me and her could be

[Outro]
An unborn architect sets the rulеs
(Peace)