Something crawls beneath the murk
Watch them drown while given birth
Born with grief so depraved
Only to feel the rich soil of the grave
Innocence, loss of hope
Buried in the deadend soil
A winding stair, they walk alone
Through the empty unknown
Of darkness and of night
White coffins and dark skies
We descend, we pretend
I miss the warmth, the laughter
We descend, we pretend
I miss the warmth, the laughter
"The children builds coffins
With hammers and nails
They don't build ships
They have no use for sails"
They die!
They die! Don't let them die!
They die! Don't let them die!
In the void of the pale blue fire
Take their hands, embrace their tears
Something crawls beneath the murk
A dying call...
The darkness swarms through their mouths
Festering worms...
Of darkness and of night
White coffins and dark skies
We descend, we transcend
Sinking further a slow demise
We descend, we transcend
Sinking further a slow demise
They die!
They die!
They die! Don't let them die!
In the void... Of the pale blue fire
Take their hands, embrace their tears
They die!
Don't let them die!