Brass Afterdeath
Dust settles on the silent brass
A frozen clock behind the glass (hmmm)
The room turns cold,
the velvet thins
Where quiet sorrow slowly spins
A single thought begins to crawl
Across the plaster of the wall
Beneath the wooden floor,
it breathes
Through tangled roots
and brittle leaves
Break the silence, tear the seam!
Wake the sleeper
from the dream!
Heavy stone and brittle bone
Crushed beneath the undertone! (yeah)
A match is struck,
the ember glows
A shadow blooms, the whisper grows
Softly tread
the crooked floor
Behind the locked iron door
Break the silence, tear the seam!
Wake the sleeper
from the dream!
Heavy stone and brittle bone
Crushed beneath the undertone!
(tear it down!)
Into quiet...
Into stone... (ahhhh)