We made a pact,
we came to regret.
The spark,
set the whole thing off.
And for 24 years,
we sat and watched,
as the fire spread through our veins,
into our hearts.
Try as we might,
to douse the flames,
our idle hands,
blistered and bled.
And so the story goes,
we live our lives,
with the wind at our backs,
its the price that we pay.
(We made a pact...)
As clouds draw in and skies turn black,
we paint our names in blood and ash.
This truly is the devils games,
as one by one we write our names.
As clouds draw in and skies turn black,
we paint our names in blood and ash.
In silences,
In silences we learn.
Try as we might,
to douse the flames,
our idle hands,
blistered and bled.
Try as we might,
to douse the flames,
our idle hands,
blistered and bled.
- :
- Beacons
- Beacons EP
- The Shallows
- VISIONS: All Areas, Volume 139
- This Skin Full of Bones
- Sirens
- He Who Saw the Deep
- Spencer Perceval
- Elegies To Lessons Learnt
- Progress Reform
- Sea of Regrets
- Hope is not Enough
- The Deception
- VISIONS: All Areas, Volume 88
- Dance to the Radio: Still Occupied Though You Forget
- Gothic Compilation, Part XLIX
- We Go Hunting
- Extreme Traumfänger 11
- A ROOK HOUSE FOR BOBBY
- The Art of Sysyphus, Volume 37