A walk home
Vermillion path
His feet turned gray
From dust they have amassed
A stiff coat
With tired, amber hues
A bit of help
A friend with nothing left to lose
Shall we
Stay inside our shells
As the reaper takes his prey
The world will only darken without candlelight
With you, I think I'll try
To get to the other side
A dauntless
Whistle in the air
His wings grew thin
His spirit didn't care
A warm talk
With words unspoken
A scorching sun
An infatuated wind
Shall we
Stay inside our shells
As the reaper takes his prey
The world will only darken without candlelight
With you, I think I'll try
To get to the other side
Shall we
Stay inside our shells
As the reaper takes his prey
Oh, the world will only darken without candlelight
With you, I think I'll try
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This is an epic blast of sheer brutality gilded with absolutely stunning beauty. I have listened to this album constantly since I first stumbled across it.
Phil Beaumont