From Your Grave

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

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

From your grave

Arise

Arise

From your grave

Arise

Arise

From your grave