The Sound of the Dredge in Deathcount Woods - Frontierer

The noise it makes

The noise it makes

The noise it makes

It always scrapes

The bones display

White like we rot

In the vein of the father and spied on by the holy ghost

The leaves of the path are gray, as the noise it makes, the bones display

There was time, time to run

Running from the future’s end

Into darkness I drift

As the float consumes like massive screams I miss

The noise it makes

The noise it makes

The noise it makes

It always scrapes

The bones display

White like we rot

White like they rot

Ivory sheen that basks in true silence

Ivory sheen that hides in full darkness

Sinister seeping and fragile

And all the names before us

The muffled words that caught us

No longer will they tell us

Instead they talk below us

I do nothing but walk into this quiet night and listen

It will devastate you

Walk into this quiet night and listen

I know what it sounds like to die in this hole

I know what it sounds like to die in this home

I won’t be lost

I won’t be covered up

I won’t be gone forever

I won’t be lost

I won’t be covered up ever again

I won’t be gone forever

The noise it makes

The noise it makes

The noise it makes

It always scrapes

The plume of smoke is signaling us along

Inside the trees we all stand naked and dead

We are not alone (just inches apart)

Hanging by a thread choking

We are now numb

Numb