A disconsolate winter
The frost covered graves
Watch the dead roses wilt and decay
The phantoms that last
Loom over the past
In our funerary dreams
We relent to the slow march
Through the tainted earth
Where hope once grew
But the seeds of despair
Are all that bloomed
Bearing poisonous fruit
Blood at the root
Empty are the hours
Of a night with no end
A conscious reverie
Unbroken
The tainted earth
Where hope once grew
But the seeds of despair
Are all that bloomed
Bearing poisonous fruit
Blood at the root
I choke upon this bitter crop
Cut by the scythe
Frail candlelight flickers
Casting ghosts on the walls
In empty chambers
Stood in marble halls
Where the questions reverberate
Silence answers our cries
At lights demise
Silence answers our cries
At lights demise