New York Room - Ethereal Gloom lyrics

rate me

the funeral drum beats on

when all the feeling is gone

the curse that you have laid

these mortal hands have made

the burning sun will lie

against the shapeless sky

then buried in the sand

buried by your hands

we'll stand in heaven's fire

in flames, eternal flames

this doom, ethereal gloom

come into this cage, come into this rage

come into this fate, come into this hate

come into this room, come into this gloom

these mortal hands, this mortal skin

these mortal thoughts, this mortal sin

repeat it twice

"your words my sacrifice"

and fall down on your knees

to cleanse of this disease

the breaking moments pass

your body is free at last

your spirit rises high

into the shapeless sky