Letra da Música The Closet de Prayer For Cleansing

Grief continuing, clouds descending
Your will to die. Fettered by life.

Veins swell with pious blood, light shines through
cracks in leaves
Sylvan branches rustle softly when the nascent night
breathes.

A tortuous path carved by rows of lilacs, what excites
their pale dead hue
The rose hangs her head in rue.

A harrowing night in May, the 23rd day of whispering
rain
Cascade over foreboding thoughts and drown these
smiles that express disdain.

He trembled as he sighed,
His memory effaced by frames of death and lies.
His life viewed from afar,
His wrists carried a myriad of fucking scars.

Rosemary evergreen and safe hangs round the asylum of
my throat.
In remembrance of his breath filched by a tousled,
hanging rope.

Four walls became your empty coffin
In a reclusive grave built by the sea.
Sixteen tears have caressed my cheek
A lone anemone, youve abandoned me.

Door creaks open
Your corpse is found.
Death begins
Sorrow abounds.