The Viral Prophesies 가사

Death comes to hold you in your wineyards and gardens To gather all Children by his feet All you who prayed, all you faithful and brave The lost and found, all the same Death comes striding through your orchards and meadows To take your hand and lead your way Soldiers, farmers, beggars and kings All eclipsed by those wings In the Twilight over your bones In the Twilight over your bones Moments stretched out like years in the Furnace The Fever Behemoth within The machines all silent in the stillness of your ruins As the last of Souls comes to rest All of your prettiest Sons and Daughters Their Flesh all Ashes and Dust Blown over marshes and naked rock Their Skulls like marbles in the Dirt In the Twilight over your bones In the Twilight over your bones Bury your love in the Dust on the Bedrock Lay her to rest in the Dust on the Bedrock And they Swore they'd Come back, come back Another year, some other year When the crops grew high In the Twilight over your bones In the Twilight over your bones When the crops grew high Among their Ghosts and Ruins In the Fat and Virgin Land Fat and Virgin Land