Towards the rich archaic heavens Towards the lack diorama You are the artist and the texture That plays with mantle of the earth
When the bleakest of powders Lie rooted to the starched stones And the roots that feed the peaking trees embrace the sleeping stones
Archaic pearls of sleep and death The voice of December losing its breath As the floweryard of white and grey is haunted, is haunted White as the down of flaking snow The heroic emblems of life
Green is the colour of my death As in winter-guise I swoop towards the ground Green is the landscape of my sorrowfilled passing
Archaic pearls of sleep and death The voice of December losing its breath As the floweryard of white and grey is haunted, is haunted White as the down of flaking snow The heroic emblems of life
We Are In Flames Towards the dead archaic heavens We Are The Mantle and The Texture The alters, the mantle of the earth
Archaic pearls of sleep and death The voice of December losing its breath As the floweryard of white and grey is haunted, is haunted White as the down of flaking snow The heroic emblems of life