I kept the sounds to myself And then I saw how I needed, how I’d drifted It was all in the past
I survived The dreadful hours I dug the grave I climbed back out Waited oh so long Dreamt of us
Alone walking Through the cemeteries Of our buried memories Held the stillborn heir To naught and less Sung her to sleep While she gnawed at the flesh
And we're in the now Bleak shadows in time Echoes from the future Frozen in the past
A funeral of ghosts
A funeral of ghosts Dread Frenzy With nothing to keep us together Gateway Darkness Except the need to part ways Bindrune Clarity At the crooked cross at dusk Internalize Flight
Days – Fight – Enlighten Harvesting – Building – Inside
I kept the sounds to myself And then I saw how I needed, how I’d drifted It was all in the past (And we're all in the now)
Gnawing and scratching At the roots of the self Paving the road to ruin Blowing out the candle The fire within Poisoning the lifeblood
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