ColdClaw - Portraits in Grey Lyrics

Portraits in gray, and various shades of white
Figures in a silent silhouette
A widow made a promise on a dying fathers bed
Drowning in his veins while he slept
Shadows in black, and derelict sounds alike
The glow of distant cigarette
The ailing of the crows, in the sky above his head
Sounding in his brain while he dreamed
Rise, rise to meet us from the bottom
Rise, rise to meet us beyond
Put fourth your youngest for rainfall
Surrender your closest for blood
Give up your dearest for shelter
Surrender yourself to the mud
Straight through the eyes of the father
Calling me back from the flame
Bleed through the face in this mirror
We're falling apart from the frame
In a room of candles with mirrors reflecting eye
Ancestors fallen, come to us from the skies
We call you awake from your resting
We call to you spirits align
Enter the frame of this portrait
Abandon your bodies behind