Tekst piosenki
Black candles hiss in cathedral rain,
Rust on the halo, ash in the vein.
I walked through daylight wearing funeral skin,
Half born in thunder, half buried within.
Life is a furnace with velvet flames,
Carving our scars into forgotten names.
Death is no tyrant, no faceless thief,
Just the last raven feeding on grief.
We live like wolves beneath electric skies,
Drinking the poison of beautiful lies.
Breathing in smoke from a world set ablaze,
Dancing with ghosts through the end of our days.
And when the bell of the black earth tolls,
Cold iron hymns for the wandering souls,
I will not tremble, I will not crawl,
The grave is a kingdom that swallows us all.
Mother of sorrow, kiss my eyes shut,
Sew my shadow where the roses rot.
The moon hangs crooked like a rusted blade,
Silver and crimson on the vows we made.
Alive we suffer, alive we burn,
Chained to the wheel that forever turns.
Dead we are silence, dead we are free,
Dust in the lungs of eternity.
So raise the chalice of marrow and wine,
To lovers and killers and the end of time.
Between the heartbeat and rigor mortis cold,
We are the story the dark never told.
