This Barren Skin 歌词

May I wear you this night As we marvel at our death I would wane within your art As you would become me Like ashes circling the pyre With virtues of the seraphim While prancing indifferently Amid the devil's fingers The Sun, the Moon Our garments of glee and distress In their wake we are born dying Voicing insignificance Awake with me into glacial skies As the earth below lies August Should time be meek we may drink Of oceans of ageless silence The north is unfurling It's presence welded on us Latent, a monument Amid ethereal bosoms We kneel in tragedy on tundra This barren skin Ailing slaves to the word Within the rigid commandment of woe Shackles corrode lesions In the morning regions Where the pores expose Beneath a cynical host Designs of irony Raped and bereft of all In a sigh of ephemeral room And eternal baptism of fire