Midnight mountain by Cathedral
Here, gibbeering alone... oh the earth and the heavens, they so tire me, tomorrowÂ¹s
dreams encased in a velvet sanctuary. The crumbled throne of worldly gain, is glory
forgotten, and now just nothing remains.
WeÂ¹ve come too far, we are so close, one soul, inside, one forever weeping. As the vain
morning dawns all life fades away, you can take me now, beyond the violet veil, and
whatever flames the night in these deeds IÂ¹ve done. In fateÂ¹s control, at last my time has
Death is death, the little host that squirms, smell the dark - the coffinÂ¹s closed, and I so
soft - ooh so soft, no movement, and no breath, no ears, no nose- no eyes. Death is
death, in lifeÂ¹s sepulchre - no sight, no sound, no cry, and always... always... death is
death, yeah ! (Alive again) Eeeaaergh - damp skin in greying sheets, decaying bed
absorbing me, bleached white ceiling above - dehydrating visions of love. Vituality slides
back down the walls, saturating the velvet floor, numbness writhes in all I adore, wasting
here, canÂ¹t see the door...