I clipped off my claws, in defense of my weary eyes
And I have been one acquainted with the night
This is the last pinnacle left to face
An indefinite statement of time
I have been one acquainted with the night
Dark ends darkness; man ends mankind
No, there is no dawn [x2]
This silent rock is turning black [x2]
Opaque from the ceaseless
Our final cause is yours [x2]
The traveled street is a vein of blood
And we will rest amongst it's whisper
Our sleep amongst the dirt and grey
Our sleep amongst the earthly day
Life in a broken glass; drink from the shards
Forgive us of our blasphemies
In passing time our souls will stand ajar
Wider than the sky, that is what we are
Time is surely a loaded gun
For it has the power to kill
Without the power to die
I have been one acquainted with the night [x3]
Life in a broken glass; drink from the shards
Forgive us of our blasphemies
In passing time our souls will stand ajar
Wider than the sky, that is what we are
Opaque from ceaseless [x2]
From the ceaseless [x2]