12 acessos
Crimson droplets seep
Into the gleaming creek
It breathes heavily
And releases a sigh
[Chorus]
We will tear down the gods
An old oak stares at me
It points to the sky
The Sun shines down
It shows me a face
Weighed down by the fog
The creek wheezes as night falls
It screams as dawn rises
Terrified of the Sun
[Chorus]
Familiar gaze
In those eyes
They were empty
Exhausted and defeated
I imagine the fog
As it creeps into my lungs
And slowly suffocates me
Leaving my body behind
I envision the Sun
Burning me alive
Scorching me
Until only ashes remain
I hold in my hands
A pointed stone
I think of carving the final words
Into my flesh
Yet something always holds me back
And I pray
To whatever God there is
That it always will