In silence I can hear my breath
One won't believe how long the last breath lasts
It lingers past the seventh gate of death
Where there's no flesh, no memory, no heart
This field of roses looks to them
Immaculate and fragrant, white and still
Faint beings, subdued to their will
And they don't care from where they stem
To us - red roses, without scent or smell
Cover the soil our blood has fed
We grasp their roots, brains rattling in our head
'Cause we're all dead and this is Hell
In darkness I would grasp her hand
Cover it with my palms, coddle it in
I thought I'll do this far beyond the end
'Till our fingers had no skin
To me - how much all things would matter then
But now they matter not. I'm he who rots
Below the hasty, callous steps of men
I am alone, here, with my thoughts
Descend Into Despair - Alone With My Thoughts Lyrics
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In silence I can hear my breath
One won't believe how long the last breath lasts
It lingers past the seventh gate of death
Where there's no flesh, no memory, no heart
This field of roses looks to them
Immaculate and fragrant, white and still
Faint beings, subdued to their will
And they don't care from where they stem
To us - red roses, without scent or smell
Cover the soil our blood has fed
We grasp their roots, brains rattling in our head
'Cause we're all dead and this is Hell
In darkness I would grasp her hand
Cover it with my palms, coddle it in
I thought I'll do this far beyond the end
'Till our fingers had no skin
To me - how much all things would matter then
But now they matter not. I'm he who rots
Below the hasty, callous steps of men
I am alone, here, with my thoughts
One won't believe how long the last breath lasts
It lingers past the seventh gate of death
Where there's no flesh, no memory, no heart
This field of roses looks to them
Immaculate and fragrant, white and still
Faint beings, subdued to their will
And they don't care from where they stem
To us - red roses, without scent or smell
Cover the soil our blood has fed
We grasp their roots, brains rattling in our head
'Cause we're all dead and this is Hell
In darkness I would grasp her hand
Cover it with my palms, coddle it in
I thought I'll do this far beyond the end
'Till our fingers had no skin
To me - how much all things would matter then
But now they matter not. I'm he who rots
Below the hasty, callous steps of men
I am alone, here, with my thoughts
Writer: Descend Into Despair
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid