The Monochrome Blade

Icy dew around burning cinders

Ardent features, skeletal fingers

Faces yield, torn by splinters

Sacred heroes, grinning

Like monstrous creatures

Erase me from this vision

Halt the burning season

This burden, this burden

Is it my own?

Am I alone in writing my song?

Erase me from this vision:

Thoughts dismayed

Souls betrayed

Through this prison of flesh

This burden, this burden

Is it my own?

Am I alone in writing my song?

The burden, the burden

The ancestral daughters and sons

The perilous ones

The burden, the burden

The ancestral daughters and sons

The perilous ones

Like a blade stuck inside our hearts

Held to the throat

It's the binding of the spirit onto shame

And God's in the gutter

Drunk on the tears he claimed

For He is alone

Inquisitor of the monochrome

We ascend to a Heaven

Overgrown by dusk

Among the misgiven

Shards of our lives

With a downcast face

And tears aligned

We're leaving this place

To reclaim the divine

We are alone

Refugees from the monochrome

Their burden, their burden

The ancestral daughters and sons

The perilous ones

Coming undone

The burden, the burden

The ancestral daughters and sons

The perilous ones

Is this what we've become?