Текст песни
Awaiting grace under haze drops of fear
Wrath calls forth engulfed mind near the thunder
Dreading regrets below the flesh lost in time
A serpent remains underall that was made still
Ruins dream of a stolen virtue
Counting down to glorious grace
Vultures sing the hymns of silence
Feeding on the hollowed face
Ashen tongues of distant angels
Lick the wounds we left behind
Veins collapse in fervent motion
Serpents Remain
Silent pleas fall to dust
Shadows merge in quiet rust
Flow of age runs dry at last
Time itself begins to drown
Teeth sink deep in woven thought
Pulse escapes the rusted throat
Skies collapse without a name
Names lose their weight
Taste the cold
We watched the sky devour the final name beneath our feet
The orchard screamed as roots gave way to something older still
The tools were warm, the iron sang against our patient hands
They fed the soil with answers torn from tongues that never spoke
Awaiting grace under haze drops of fear
Wrath calls forth engulfed mind near the thunder
Dreading regrets below the flesh lost in time
A serpent remains underall that was made still
Ashes descend under glass hushed and near
Blades of sound pulse then break past the margin
Stains recall marks once deep gone with sleep
A current stirs behind all that became dust