Dead Stars Lit Our Path Songtext
von Dead Sun Rising

Windswept feathers of an albatross: gizzard ripe with wine
Phantom vipers of all loves lost lie in the reeds of time
Flaxen tissues strangle life below
Gliding and slicing their ballet in the slithering ether′s to and fro
Like canaries carry tunes away
A path unwinds and hands, entwined
Fell from the sullen sky and they were mine
And all was lost
How old you've grown How brittle your bones
Stake your claim
The earth: Your home
Ascend your throne
How staid and pale
How gaunt and frail
Waste away
You tried and failed
The final nail