burning glances
nocturnal devotions
awaken the dreaming dead
bereft of vengeance
and in the horizon
wraith of a messianic failure
false visions moons waning
pantheon of obsidian seraphim.
wringing my hands
drowns your blessing.
a monument to heavens
a silhouette of the tired
is death the only doorway
or just an infinite ending
questions and contradictions
your sewn mouth secrets
i've had all i can stomach
my apathy has blinded me
casting my failures to the wind
and still death waits
above and below me
on the wane
this intention
lies broken
shadows wringing my hands
wringing
wringing my hands
drowns your blessing
and so it rained fire
and so it rained fire
in light of my reason
and so it rained fire
in light of my reason
what have i done to deserve this
and so we wept
and so we wept
and so we wept.
nocturnal devotions
awaken the dreaming dead
bereft of vengeance
and in the horizon
wraith of a messianic failure
false visions moons waning
pantheon of obsidian seraphim.
wringing my hands
drowns your blessing.
a monument to heavens
a silhouette of the tired
is death the only doorway
or just an infinite ending
questions and contradictions
your sewn mouth secrets
i've had all i can stomach
my apathy has blinded me
casting my failures to the wind
and still death waits
above and below me
on the wane
this intention
lies broken
shadows wringing my hands
wringing
wringing my hands
drowns your blessing
and so it rained fire
and so it rained fire
in light of my reason
and so it rained fire
in light of my reason
what have i done to deserve this
and so we wept
and so we wept
and so we wept.