Lyrics
Can you remember the words of our dying mother?
All winters' white... and wonderful
The third eye spies the greatest pain
In league with the cycle of life... feel the change
Her breath of frost upon the house of man's beating heart
Oh sleep children, such colours to be seen
Sanguine glaciers, the veins of our prelude
Fore this is where she lies. mother, be our eyes
Be our eyes
As the icicles fall, moments of reverence
The invention of all, everything calls and every life-line ignites
The tears of mother, everlasting season
But the phoenix empire expires... exhales... the curtain call to embers
Within us she lives, around us she's dying
Fading lights blacken, garden's euphoric... cowering underworld order
The winds sing our dirge... this is where she lies
The veiling unveiled... mother, our mother beats down her ashen wings
Mother, be our eyes
Grey and dripping the blood of mother
Feel her pain
Evolving, the shrouds she gathers
This is where she lies
In abstraction without colours
We die with the fall of the icicles
Lost to pigment the pale paradise
Swept in tow to the danse macabre
In hand to the cold grasp of time... of time
Broken shutters gape open wide
Breathing in hoarse whispers on high
Cry... white-noise witch choir
Ice tears of our mother
Pillars of monolith and ice, laced with lightning
Besieged by the void, the anti-matter of mind
Once were painted walls, now they preach parched skin petals
The freeze-frame tomb unfolds... for our mother... our mother
Cry... white-noise witch choir
Fall of the icicles
Mother
Mother
Mother
Mother
