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?
