Over the mire, the emerald lights.
Forgotten songs they chant —
They spin in their dance of woe
"Bless the night undone beneath our feet
Audacious moonlit fingers sneak
To strip her off her veil.
Holding our breaths, we give in to sweet decline.
Blunted our senses, yet somehow they're sharp as a knife
Falling
Strident shrill
Falling, soaked in this pallid light..."
Taste,
The blood once spilled devours your insides.
Serids you raving mad
In the reel
The procession of faces cluts misshapen.
Though weary feet don't carry you.
Get in the ring and dance
The swirl of shapes and shadows you
Get in the ring and dance
Though weary feet won't carry you
Get in the ring and dance
The swirl of shapes and shadows you —
The endless circle
Palsy
Swept away in boundless waning
waning...
"Curse the ground beneath our feet
The pallid touch of moonlight etches deep
It etches deep...
Blessed be anguish that we feel —
What goes around comes around eventually
Time seems quite a trickster
Are we but a hoax?
Holding our breaths, we give in to sweet decline.
Blunted our senses, yet somehow they're sharp as a knife
Falling
Strident shrill
Falling, soaked in this pallid light..."
Though weary feet don't carry you.
Get in the ring and dance
The swirl of shapes and shadows you
Get in the ring and dance
Though weary feet won't carry you
Get in the ring and dance
The swirl of shapes and shadows you —
The endless circle
Palsy
Swept away in boundless waning
waning...