The ice is as thin
As it's ever been
Now I see flickers, burning bright
Shadows frolic, between
Tombs at the old church yard, holding
Candles, beneath a bittersweet moon tonight
The past is all
That she's got, and her
Heart, it grows weaker, by the day
She would run, a thousand
Miles away from love, as ghostly
Flames, seduce her astray
Procession's march, through unfamiliar streets, where
Love and hate intersect
We've been selling sins, to saints and kings, and we're
Too far gone to regret
Guilt still wears
A stubborn mask, it
Haunts with crude whispers to the flesh
From blood stained sheets,
To the bloodstained streets, that
Ambers bring to light in the end
Romance has no
Place here in war
Vessels lay in exile to the wind
Like a defiant scarecrow's shadow,
Hollow and shallow, but at
Least it holds up good to what you bring
Procession's march, through unfamiliar streets, where
Love and hate intersect
We've been selling sins, to saints and kings, and we're
Too far gone to regret
And she says, that way down here, at least she
Knows what's been killing her
At least that way down here
She knows what's been killing her
At least that way down here
She knows what's been killing her
At least that way down here
She knows
At least that way down here
She knows what's been killing her
At least that way down here
She knows what's been killing her
At least that way down here
She knows what's been killing her
At least that way down here
She knows
Procession's march, through unfamiliar streets, where
Love and hate intersect
We've been selling sins, to saints and kings, and we're
Too far gone to regret