歌词
Bow to violet twilight sycamore, red as blood are the hands of the oak
I could crawl at your feet as a beggar
Nothing will temper the hellhound call
Knowing fear temps my
Body and amnesiac mind
To take part in the waltz
Of Earthen
Senescence
Metaphysical
Resurgence I walk in
Beckoned by the scarecrow
To dance again with death
Neck and neck with ghosts
Hindered by the face
Of a child masked in only
Temporal craft to hide the sweat
Beckoned by the scarecrow
To dance again with death
As the wheel turns again to days of blanket frost
Feeble men hold not to hope through evidence of dawn
Hand in hand
Around the fire
Fallen angels
We expire
Hand in hand
Around the fire
Fallen angels
Live forever
Ancestors beneath my feet
Whisper of the quickening
She is born as a lion
He will die as a lamb