Hyacinth House - Beyond The End lyrics

Sitting under the oak-trees, Remember the old breeze Wearing your last suit now Sitting under the oak-trees, Who will share your next scene Looking through your own masterpiece It's a cold cold city, There's no pity on you Just generations at a loss, In these cold cold lights With our devilish hopes The great old mayhem, Make us so cold inside Sitting under the oak-trees, Crucifix on your skin God is your excuse and blame The only way for you to not shame It's a cold cold city, There's no pity on you Just generations at a loss, In these cold cold lights With our devilish hopes The great old mayhem, Make us so cold inside In these cold, cold lights Voracious wolves, They wanna tear us apart, They wanna tear us apart It's a cold cold world Still the fragile hearts, The beast of mystery Sense another winter's d**h And a long forgotten laugh As the seeds of a morning, Fall like gold Upon us Some are spirits, Some got souls They are trying for something, That's already here Beyond the end, A new arrival to come Beyond the end, A new arrival to come