Hanging Garden The Blackbirds
Like shadows have we become
Repressed
Unable to withstand the wrath we have befallen, on these days of fierce anger
As black birds of grief leave us withering without respite, it gets hard to breathe
Soon our pulse wanes
Sole creatures lost and undone
Incused, unable to escape the havoc we have arisen
On these ruins we will succumb
As black birds of grief leave us withering without respite, it gets hard to breathe and our pulse wanes
The noise shatters
Today holds no forgiveness
No more time
All belief has vanished these lands, as we let ourselves grow cold
Inert as ghosts
We abandoned all the faith
We abandoned all the hope
We abandoned all the blaze
We abandoned all the hope
Windup is at the hand
Today all life pines away, it's our twilight
All the beauty has vanished these lands, as we let ourselves cave in, lifeless within