1. YOUR FROZEN CHEST

At last I can die alone
Here on your frozen chest.
Why hath the ravens gone?
Seek farther than your nest
For the night’s unrest.

Inside us the violence subsides and then
Invites us to swallow the pride of yesteryear

Behind the glorious sun rots
A lie so foul it blinds the flocks

At last I can die of hope
Here on your molten chest.
Why hath the flavours gone?
Seek farther than your festering nest

You turn to dust, you turn

Inside us the vile curse subsides and then
Invites us to question the pride of yesteryear

At last I can die alone
Here on your frozen chest.
Why hath the ravens gone?
Tears on your swollen nest

Your swollen nest invites the guests
Invites the nine guests