From Your Grave

The Absence

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