The Clearing Blind - Novembers Doom

I’ve almost had enough

Can our dreams carry on?

Under stress from a failed plan

Shattered mirror reflects the cross

I do not fear the act of death

Only to be forced away

Within these walls, the scent of ruin

Through the barren halls feeds the beast

Exhaling breath, the fragrance of rot

A taker of souls, she ravages death with passion

Here you reside in this frail house

Beneath the squalor and the filth

I will not feign my hate for you, for you

Within these walls, the scent of ruin

Through the barren halls feeds the beast

Exhaling breath, the fragrance of rot

A taker of souls, she ravages death with passion

This time tomorrow

Our story will be no more

Undeserving of this night

Overstep where starlight shines

Undeserving of your life

Passing through the clearing blind

Within these walls, the scent of ruin

Through the barren halls feeds the beast

Exhaling breath, the fragrance of rot

A taker of souls, she ravages death with passion