Descend Into Despair - Silence in Sable Acrotism Lyrics

BOW YOUR HEAD

For I am not the silence of the stone
Nor the dainty silence behind lips unmoved
The void will sometimes void itself
I'm that which dwells instead

BOW YOUR HEAD

I am the blood unseed
Staining thine flags of sable velvet
A face, half draped with skin
The other lost to shade
Shade beyond grief, grief beyond dread

BOW YOUR HEAD

Quite like the hand
That will retain no shape
Of bodies it once grasps
There's no past fading echo to my silence
Just hands unseed that reach around my neck
Back when things spoke, they said

BOW YOUR HEAD!