The Moth Gatherer - The Water That We All Come To Need

This broken scene of December A place of a dead heart Dressed up in black As the white tiles starts to fall The big sleep, the escape in the fog The great fall, the great collide The blood at the edge of the world Is the alpha and omega The roots of decay grows deep Infects the water that we all come to need Dressed up in black As humanity starts to fall The sorrow will not come Eyes stares without emotion Harbinger of empathy prevails When the call of the final breath comes This broken scene of past tense Came from a dead heart Dressed up in black As life fades away This broken scene of past tense Came from a black heart Dressed up in black As life fades away