Seeds of the Doomed 歌词

Strangled daylight fading, soon I'll crawl out To whisper to the bones I've scattered about Chorus: Arranging the bones The bones on the moor Seeds of the doomed So perfect they are We draw closer every time when we speak They want others like them to be complete Below the ground when the sun is high In solitude I deconstruct my prize I chew the mangled meat right off the bone In the darkness down here all alone Skeletal sockets peering out through the mist Sun bleached fingers point while the stale winds hiss I've stripped the pieces from their counterparts Nocturnal placement as a work of art This place is mine, nobody else comes here If they do they'll only disappear