FINAL DEATH II: Silent Grove ft. Ryan Ward & Starquake Synthmaster Lyrics

Silent grove abound of grey roses

A narrow path leading nowhere

Blind footsteps, tracing a leyline

'Neath a shell, with a shell-blank stare

On the eve of the darkest night

Winds lash against the treetops

Stop beneath a stuck-red streetlight

A tempting whisper reaches your ear

Your bedroom is cold

The garden is colder

My fire is warm

So won't you come over?

Your legs are so tired

Let me give you a hand

My fire will burn

Suppressed by sand

By the table of wooden hearts

There can be no wretched lies

Everyone awaits our arrival in a

Worthy home with a thousand eyes

On the eve of the darkest night

Winds lash against the treetops

Stop beneath a stuck-red streetlight

A tempting whisper reaches your ear

Your bedroom is cold

The garden is colder

My fire is warm

So won't you come over?

Your legs are so tired

Let me give you a hand

My fire will burn

Suppressed by sand

I found you on a forum for cooking lovers

I feigned my decorum, I'll have my druthers!

My comely avatar is a light in your dark night

A private au revoir, a split in your half-life