The Water That We All Come to Need - The Moth Gatherer

This broken scene of December

A place of a dead heart

Dressed up in black

As the white tiles starts to fall

The big sleep, the escape in the fog

The great fall, the great collide

The blood at the edge of the world

Is the alpha and omega

The roots of decay grows deep

Infects the water that we all come to need

Dressed up in black

As humanity starts to fall

The sorrow will not come

Eyes stares without emotion

Harbinger of empathy prevails

When the call of the final breath comes

This broken scene of past tense

Came from a dead heart

Dressed up in black

As life fades away

This broken scene of past tense

Came from a black heart

Dressed up in black

As life fades away