Текст песни: The Pathos Weavers + перевод

Veils of incense circling. Altering sabres of modest evening

Light. Serenity. A blur of details gesturing a familiar face

Forging the lament of my despondency. The gloom of

Knowing, the shame reaped in falling. A pining halo

Intent on losing all. I lay in the earth my memories of

Heaven’s birth and ashes that swathe its humble end this

Day. A tide of sweet elusive air filters through the parlour

Walls enfolding me. Endlessly. The glowing kindling

Then compiles a gentle sneer, and the smoke is losing its

Solid figure. The gloom of knowing, the shame reaped in

Falling. A pining halo intent on losing all. I lay in the earth

My memories of heaven’s birth and ashes that swathe

Its humble end this day. Crestfallen night lacing cobalt

Curtains. Hung towering with picturesque folds. The

Morrow’s vanguard they are. Clandestine, intriguing and

Arrogant. Will they invite me or leave me cold. The qualm

Is riled on my throat. The gloom of knowing, the shame

Reaped in falling. A pining halo intent on losing all. I lay

In the earth my memories of heaven’s birth and ashes that

Swathe its humble end this day

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