Dawnless Songtext
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Dawnless Songtext
Woe is me
My precious empathy unbound
My place of grievance
Never to be
Found
Quivering earth
Tempering cry
Nature awry
Red rivers
Run rampant
Soon dry
To lament
To nurture
But why
The sulfur
And hesitant spark
Illumination sparse this dark
It often steals my breath
They say she′s fallen to madness
I know madness
Best
We'll cast its presence in stone
Such countenance calls for a wondrous hand
My molded misery
My velvet
Wrapped
What benign benevolence
Starve them of your voice and touch
Adorers of ashes past
A wilting eloquence
Like the camphor in their masks
A sip of ether to ease the mind
I can′t quite recall the pale host I once enshrined
Now by shadows defined
To ever think
Cradle me
Oh sweet blasphemy
Often knelt at these fabled gates
Curse these dawnless days of
Vile peasantry
We'll cast its presence in stone
Such countenance calls for a wondrous hand
My molded misery
My velvet
Wrapped
In disgraceful stride
I've seen them flee
I′ve seen them break
Shackles of verity
When yet they swore
These boar
Cradle me
Oh sweet blasphemy
Often knelt at these fabled gates
Curse these dawnless days of
Vile peasantry
Cradle me
Oh sweet blasphemy
Often knelt at these fabled gates
Curse these dawnless days of
Vile peasantry
We′ll cast its presence in stone
Such countenance calls for a wondrous hand
My molded misery
My velvet
Wrapped
A sip of ether to ease the mind
I can't quite recall the pale host whom I once enshrined
Now by shadows defined
To ever think I once dreaded the arms of night
My precious empathy unbound
My place of grievance
Never to be
Found
Quivering earth
Tempering cry
Nature awry
Red rivers
Run rampant
Soon dry
To lament
To nurture
But why
The sulfur
And hesitant spark
Illumination sparse this dark
It often steals my breath
They say she′s fallen to madness
I know madness
Best
We'll cast its presence in stone
Such countenance calls for a wondrous hand
My molded misery
My velvet
Wrapped
What benign benevolence
Starve them of your voice and touch
Adorers of ashes past
A wilting eloquence
Like the camphor in their masks
A sip of ether to ease the mind
I can′t quite recall the pale host I once enshrined
Now by shadows defined
To ever think
Cradle me
Oh sweet blasphemy
Often knelt at these fabled gates
Curse these dawnless days of
Vile peasantry
We'll cast its presence in stone
Such countenance calls for a wondrous hand
My molded misery
My velvet
Wrapped
In disgraceful stride
I've seen them flee
I′ve seen them break
Shackles of verity
When yet they swore
These boar
Cradle me
Oh sweet blasphemy
Often knelt at these fabled gates
Curse these dawnless days of
Vile peasantry
Cradle me
Oh sweet blasphemy
Often knelt at these fabled gates
Curse these dawnless days of
Vile peasantry
We′ll cast its presence in stone
Such countenance calls for a wondrous hand
My molded misery
My velvet
Wrapped
A sip of ether to ease the mind
I can't quite recall the pale host whom I once enshrined
Now by shadows defined
To ever think I once dreaded the arms of night
Writer(s): Jonathan Valenzuela Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com