The cold iron rain softly moans
As it suicides on castlewalls
On mudpools and treetops
Repeatedly dying
Will this never end?
Repeating
Repeating
Repeating
Repeating
like a dusty needle
Jumping back on a playing record
Will this never end?
"This circle!" the choir of a whispering voice
Cries out of the seraphim's Ebony throat
The tears melting from the angel's white ice
Flow out of the fire that burns in her eyes
In mourn of the suffering waste
That repeatedly falls from the skies
Will this never end?
The parapet silently cries
Covered in transparant blood
In transparant ashes and transparant skin
Mourning a spill of heavenly life
The Seraphim weeps living tears
On castlewall bricks
Mudpools and Treetops
(Will this never end?)
"This circle!" the choir of a whispering voice
Cries out of the seraphim's Ebony throat
The tears melting from the angel's white ice
Flow out of the fire that burns in her eyes
In mourn of the suffering waste
That repeatedly falls from the skies
Will this never end?