My Dying Bride - A Map Of All Our Failures lyrics

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I'm unaware of a responseFrom my errant dark red soulTo deep to be spoken aloudI bury a word right in my heartFrost etched the tall windowsI have been cold for a long timeBorne upon winters shouldersThere are wolves here, many of themI am staggered at their hatred of meI lie in complete fearI call the moths to tend meI forget the form of my sinAnd drained of motion, the air itself avoids meAnd void of notion, unable to perceiveMouth barely open, almost fearing to breatheAnd there is no other sound at allJust there, to the left, his shadow roseI always knew he was comingTakes the vacant chair beside meWith golden hands he moved the hair from my face