Cult Of Crucifixion 歌词

I will wander I will gather my flowers Withered and how soon forgotten Sing with passion Sing with vehemence A grief too sad for song I pick the gravel from my eyes I need no words I am a face rid of features Curse this heedless folly Am I nothing? A plaintive breath, a moment's vision Curse this dead And words crowd to my blistered throat Dip my wings in your magnificence Show me my real face Curse this dead Separate my head from their crucifixion I lay at length upon the earth Gnats dance through my sable cloak I lay at length upon the earth Heaven is silent in travailed prayer All darkness flaunts before me I wish that peace would revisit my mind Madness endeavours to soothe me Beckon me nearer, whisper discreetly When will the Sun cease to climb? That I may write my last farewell To these gaunt residing shadows