The Blackbirds - Hanging Garden

Like shadows have we become

Repressed

Unable to withstand the wrath we have befallen, on these days of fierce anger

As black birds of grief leave us withering without respite, it gets hard to

breathe

Soon our pulse wanes

Sole creatures lost and undone

Incused, unable to escape the havoc we have arisen

On these ruins we will succumb

As black birds of grief leave us withering without respite, it gets hard to

breathe and our pulse wanes

The noise shatters

Today holds no forgiveness

No more time

All belief has vanished these lands, as we let ourselves grow cold

Inert as ghosts

We abandoned all the faith

We abandoned all the hope

We abandoned all the blaze

We abandoned all the hope

Windup is at the hand

Today all life pines away, it’s our twilight

All the beauty has vanished these lands, as we let ourselves cave in,

lifeless within