Funereal Owlblood Lyrics
as with faint wing strokethe cradle of decayemerges from the ruins of reasonthe roaring silencesinks under the new trialwhich escapes with speechless ardorinto declinei tasted the morning dewon a withered leafand forgot the acrimonious unrestwhich awoke during the moon-shinecoz' only me is the frame and the bloodand i open your door into autumn
Bethlehem Funereal Owlblood
