The Osseous Tomb (Echoes Of Winter) lyrics

We inhabit this burnt out sun The taste of cold ash sits on the tongue It's an imperfect Eden, and we have travelled so far It's so fucking cold here on this fizzled out star Crawling into the inverted abyss A foothold of dust and bone debris A chain of tombs stretching on and on No sound or vision down here In this tomb, osseous Echoes of Winter Reverberations of ice on flesh, in throat Months of barren rocks and skeletons Airing our corpses in the streets We march on into the season of the moon