Eventually the fire overcame
The smell of [?] old rooms and dust
Now seal the purposes anew
The night outside was still the same
From the window one could see
The long dark road stretch back for miles
A path of peril, sleepless black
Now breathing slow alone, not free
Breathing slow
Alone, not free
Within this cloak of shame
There is nothing worth undoing
The night outside is still the same
Tragedy, white snow and storm
By now would cover any track
Of this escape whence no one knew
The crime was cold, the passion warm
And though all fears were now long dead
A whisper of the night advise
The door be locked, and better still
To keep a shotgun by the bed
Sleepless
Fearless
Lifeless
Within this cloak of shame
There is nothing worth undoing
The night outside is still the same
White snow would cover every track
Of this escape whence noone knew
And all the fears should be long dead
The night outside was still the same
This lyric was posted anonymously. Not yet confirmed by Book of Metal.
