Collapse Of The Fallen Throe - Novembers Doom

I gaze the beauty with sinful eyes

I dream of the fallen embrace

Rest before me, whisper my name

And I’ll break the spine of your love

Squalor brings the insects

That feast upon the filth

Only now you witness

Collapse of the falling throe

Come to me, with arms outstretched

Sweet tears that kiss your face

When the arms of hate are holding on

I’ll take what should be mine

A love for you consumes the heart

This cruelty will not be for nothing

For you will be ruled by an iron hand

And somewhere the master shows his face

A grand design of vented wealth

Sail on wings of golden pride

A blindness that will free your mind