From Your Grave

The bitter wind drifts

through the apparition

a sleep that heavies the neck through the noose a stretch of song and

deep in this shallow grave burning bitter and bleak from this whimpered

taste Of Your weakness fallen so low sunken deep and black from this

broken vow Of Your weakness fallen so low sunken deep and black from

this broken vow

ARISE

FROM YOUR GRAVE

ARISE

Where the black rains are falling upon

the everlasting to all of Our losses

Calling from the dead of night

hollow from the breath of My prayers now lost

Burning fevers

in the shadows and in the embrace

where They stagger, where They fall, and where They lay where the

rains, won't wash away Because as I burn what I feel as I sink into the

killing fields the prevail is running You out of time while You wither,

while death walks beside

ARISE

FROM YOUR GRAVE

ARISE

Where the black rains are falling upon

the everlasting to all of Our losses

Calling from the dead of night

hollow from the breath of My prayers now lost

The sweetness holding the salt

to the serpents tongue, seconds before the fall keeping heads above the

frey and keeping hell one heart beat away

ARISE

FROM YOUR GRAVE

ARISE

ARISE

ARISE

FROM YOUR GRAVE

ARISE

ARISE

FROM YOUR GRAVE