Bleed This Earth - The Slow Decline

SOAKED IN SWEAT, I FOUGHT THROUGH THE WIND AND THE POURING RAIN
TO OUR FAVOURITE PLACE, TO SEE HOW THE JOURNEY ENDS

HOW CAN THIS BE?
I REMEMBER THE NIGHT WE SPENT HERE YEARS AGO
WHEN WE PROMISED NEVER AGAIN TO BE TORN APART

THEN I CRAWLED TO THE EDGE
TO FACE THE JAGGED ROCKS BELOW

FOREBODING CLOUDS OPENED TO LIGHT MY WAY
POOR WITHERED BODY, BRACED AND POISED TO LEAP
INTO THE NIGHT I WAILED A FINAL SPEECH
WHEN IT WAS DONE
INTO THE SEA I SADLY FELL

ON THE EVE OF MY DEATH
HOW I YEARNED TO HAVE YOU THERE Открыть страницу с текстом

THE SLOW DECLINE TAKES ITS TOLL
THE END DRAWS NEAR

TO ALL THE LOYAL SOULS WHO BIT THEIR LIPS AND BROUGHT ME FLOWERS
WHO SPOKE ALOUD THEIR STORIES AS MY MIND CAME AND WENT
AND SANG ME TO SLEEP AS OUR EYES FILLED WITH WATER
AND COLORED IN MY WORLD WHEN SHADOWS CALLED TO ME

TO ALL THE LOYAL SOULS WHO KEPT THE EARTH AT MY FEET
THANK YOU, AND FAREWELL Открыть страницу с текстом

THE CURTAINS PLAYED
AND LEAPT LIKE CHILDREN BY THE SEA
UPON THE BED THERE LAY A QUILT EMBOSSED WITH FALLING LEAVES

ONE LONELY BIRD
SWEET-TEMPERED COMPANY
A SONG TO SING, AND JOY TO BRING
STOOD BY THE OPEN DOOR
WE WATCHED YOU SLEEP
AND WHISPERED SOMBERLY
AND IN OUR HEARTS WE HID SUCH SORROW AS YOU SLOWLY DIED

WHEN THE MOMENT HAS COME
AND THE SILENCE MAKES YOU SICK
REMEMBER
THERE WERE BETTER TIMES THAN THESE

WITH MY COFFIN WAITING
DAYS MOVED EVER SLOWLY
HOPELESS, ENDLESS MOMENTS
OF TORMENT AND WOE

THE MOURNING
THE WEEPING
THE THOUGHTS I'M KEEPING
THE MURMURS
AND SILENCE
RESISTING VIOLENCE
RECOVER
DISCOVER
CONSOLE EACH OTHER
THE MOMENTS WE'RE WASTING
THIS CHANCE I'M TAKING Открыть страницу с текстом

OH, WE WEPT

I'LL MISS THE SONGS YOU SANG TO ME
PERFECT, THE WORDS UPON YOUR LIPS
THE LIQUID LIGHT THAT SOOTHED OUR HEARTS
FILLS UP THE SEA WHERE YOU LAY TO REST

GRASPING A BOX OF YOUR DRY, DEAD REMAINS
THE TIME HAS COME; I MUST CAST YOU AWAY
BLISTERING COLD ATOP THE PEAK FROM WHICH YOU LEAPT
THE EARTH STOOD STILL IN WAIT AS ASHES FILLED THE SEA VIEW

THE WAY WE WERE
FALLS GENTLY TO THE SHORE

ON WE TREAD

BENEATH A SKY THAT'S FAR FROM BLUE
TO WAIT FOR STARS, NOW GREY AND STILL
AND WATCH THE TIDE, YOUR LONELY HEARSE
TAKE YOU FROM ME, FROM THIS LOWLY EARTH Открыть страницу с текстом