歌词
Come, wayward son
Reviving the burden
Of long gone grief
We're marching through the flames
Longing for melancholy
We're marching through the flames
With nothing left to burn
Someday you'll learn
How sweet is the burden
Candid hell
Admiring decadence
These withering eyes crumble
Into the chasm of night
Yearning of solace, breathless
Under a sketchy moon
Embracing the thoughts
In times of forgiveness
Are we the ones to blame?
This life is only transitory
Until we fade away
Like pictures of our youth
Idle proof of joy
Never eternal
We're marching through the flames
Longing for melancholy
We're marching through the flames
With nothing left to burn
From day 'til dawn
We taste the burden
Of our dreams