Sun Of The Dying White Skies And Grey Lands Lyrics

The rain became the shroud
That hide us from the sun
Your loss painted that winter morning
Like a picture
Of white skies and grey lands

Of white skies and grey lands

No farewell, no last words
Only the taste of the wine

As I carry your coffin
I still hear your voice

I lead the black procession
I take you to the stone
You teach me how to dance
To the tune of the vultures

If nothing stays forever
If all we love just fades away Why should we try, why should we pray
To a deaf god of nothingness

A cold winter morning feast
Clothes of ashes, glasses of sand
Then you taught me how to dance
To the song of the vultures

If nothing stays forever
If all we love just fades away
Why should we try, why should we pray
To a deaf god of nothingness

The rain became a shroud
A picture
Of white skies and grey lands
Of white skies and grey lands