The bitter wind drifts through the apparition a sleep that heavies the neck through the noose a stretch of song and deep in this shallow grave burning bitter and bleak from this whimpered taste Of Your weakness fallen so low sunken deep and black from this broken vow Of Your weakness fallen so low sunken deep and black from this broken vow
ARISE FROM YOUR GRAVE ARISE
Where the black rains are falling upon the everlasting to all of Our losses Calling from the dead of night hollow from the breath of My prayers now lost
Burning fevers in the shadows and in the embrace where They stagger, where They fall, and where They lay where the rains, won't wash away Because as I burn what I feel as I sink into the killing fields the prevail is running You out of time while You wither, while death walks beside
ARISE FROM YOUR GRAVE ARISE
Where the black rains are falling upon the everlasting to all of Our losses Calling from the dead of night hollow from the breath of My prayers now lost
The sweetness holding the salt to the serpents tongue, seconds before the fall keeping heads above the frey and keeping hell one heart beat away