Wandering the unknown, licking broken hopes
Moves of nothing in the strain, for the strain is real

Pale faces turned backward and crosses upside down

Breathing the voidly ghosts, leaves faint into grey smokes
The autumn of the Soul, appealing colours
Bleeding the vainly boasts, fumes off the cans of hope
The winter of the flesh will make all as one

Sinister banks have swept the years, the sorry man will expire
Threads of fate burn twice, there is no hope, no illusion
Blind and behind the light, faces of death foreshadowing the rests
Prey, observe silence, pray, witness silence

Lined up candles pointing at the sky, ever burning down to the last defeat
Wind whispering fears, plague sweeping, bleeding all the tears

Voluntarily deaf to the darkness
The sorry man knows no true taste
Dead trees, moves of nothing


Lyrics submitted by Eudaemon

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