December Flower - In Flames

Towards the rich archaic heavens

Towards the lack diorama

You are the artist and the texture

That plays with mantle of the earth

When the bleakest of powders

Lie rooted to the starched stones

And the roots that feed the peaking trees

Embrace the sleeping stones

Archaic pearls of sleep and death

The voice of December losing its breath

As the flower yard of white and grey is haunted, is haunted

White as the dawn of flaking snow

The heroic emblems of life

Green is the color of my death

As in winter-guise I swoop towards the ground

Green is the landscape of my sorrow filled passing

Archaic pearls of sleep and death

The voice of December losing its breath

As the flower yard of white and grey is haunted, is haunted

White as the dawn of flaking snow

The heroic emblems of life

We are in flames

Towards the dead archaic heavens

We are the artist and the texture

The alters, the mantle of the earth

Archaic pearls of sleep and death

The voice of December losing its breath

As the flower yard of white and grey is haunted, is haunted

White as the dawn of flaking snow

The heroic emblems of life