Marche Funèbre - These Fevered Days lyrics

Lava spat back for miles Soil for my impermeable tomb Urged to stray from the aisle To erase me from this womb But afar, lo, its crawling might Crowns ignite green by light Roots harbor life nor sound Sunlight had never troubled the ground Jukai, the sea is deep My reasons for the woods to keep I dive in, troubled with doubt My vow is not to be found As night falls, a flight of all hope No longer designed to survive The egress, dead or alive Is by means of the rope Won't you drag These fevered days Unto the sеa And let them bleed Under thе trees These severed ways Will leave their trail Not to be found In time Elysium is as far as to The very nearest room If in that room a friend await Felicity or doom What fortitude the Soul contains That it can so endure The accent of a coming Foot The opening of a Door Doom is the house without the door Tis entered from the sun And then the ladder’s thrown away Because escape is done Three times dawn-to-dark The forest seeps in my skin The drought left its mark My life is wearing thin I contrive peers on my way The letter, the rope, the bones Descried nothing which atones I saw dim light but no new day Filled with thirst and hunger I sink into endless slumber No knowledge of what lies ahead My narrative is left behind A life swayed by regret Lines from a tortured mind For none will come to mourn A rose with only its thorn