A Holy Book Scribed by Wolves Lyrics

How could I explain the smell of dust on a faded porcelain moon? The muddy steps that to the lost church pulpit lead. Never to understand for young are your bones now. But oft times severe wears the mask of serene. A holy book scribed by...Death has never sang to your heart. Ghosts, witches. Never have I seen phantom ships sailing sorrowed skies when winter comes with daggers sharp. Someday I will teach you of weakness: Like when oceans do not recede. When earth armed herself with fire. Foul hearts drink of the sermons. Death has never sang to your heart. Ghosts, witches. Never have I seen phantom ships sailing sorrowed skies when winter comes with daggers sharp. What have we learned of fragments of life-worn lips away from twitching in twilight? Send me so sweetly to immortality's shadow. Dear World, gray at the chin! Hell is ripe with sunshine. A holy book scribed by wolves. Feed them a romance. Clanging bells chant their love. A holy book scribed by wolves. From the common tomb. Half glass and half moonlit. A holy book scribed by wolves. Cling to absent commands. Exhaustion is justified. A holy scribed by wolves. Not a doorway left where subconscious can hide. A holy book scribed by wolves. A shipwreck of beasts to haunt the word of god. A holy book scribed by wolves.