The sound of drums and rising horns pressed on our backs
We've moved through
Sand against a wind that carries nothing
My words must be meaningless against
Your breath
Show me your celestial face and let me judge thee
You are
What's wrong with us
You are the blight
You are the ruin in all of us
You are the stealer of hearts
Gaping breaths
And tear-soaked smiles
You are the ruin in all of us
My words must be meaningless against her breath
If I could I'd gladly stray from my path of oblivion
The brimstone
The fiery Lake
The pit of sin
The brimstone
The fiery lake
That hails within
I would climb up
From the abyss
To stare back into her eyes
And scream /
Farewell sweet wounded night
Let the fog surround thee