Ebonylake A Voice in the Piano Lyrics

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As you drown, I fought oceans in vain; it's cold now under the moon.
It's hard to breathe... breathe.

Her screaming I hear from deepest seas, her voice I hear in the piano.
Amid the cold roof of the charnel house, arisen from the sweet sick burning scent; I'm torn, lovelorn, lonely, dying.
Her screaming I hear from deepest seas, her voice I hear in the piano.

The quill it dances painting the paper, and I play not the music but a woman's soft voice, a ghostly message from the girl I'd die for.

Excuse me Mother, but I must join her now.
On the Eve of the Grimly Inventive Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 The Author of the Burning Flock
  • 2 The Wanderings of Ophelia Through the Untamed Countryside
  • 3 On the Eve of the Grimly Inventive
  • 4 Within Deepest Red (The Opening of...)
  • 5 An Autumn to Cripple Children
  • 6 A Voice in the Piano
  • 7 The Music and Woe Between Horse Thieves
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