Текст песни The Hallowing

Orning dew awaits And recalls our fate While old souls, tempt us to chase Their pale hues of grace Enshrined within shining light How shameful we stay posed Yet dignified Darkened sun turend black And leaving us blind But with a light touch Like the thinnest silk While using a gentle hand (Within this shade of grey) Bathe us with woe Hold us here in frozen night Unveil us mezmerized Solemn we swoon We can stay masked for a while Unveil me