To the writings that belong on the walls but whisper in our shadows, the darkness will be our out, And the demons will come, With endless triumph we dance among the fools graves,rejoice in the endless sky, The moon shines with compassion, We worship her grace, We whisper words on the walls, And bare our shadows,
Mar 20, 2011
Mar 20, 2011 at 11:17 PM UTC
To the writings that belong on the walls but whisper in our shadows, the darkness will be our out, And the demons will come, With endless triumph we dance among the fools graves,rejoice in the endless sky, The moon shines with compassion, We worship her grace, We whisper words on the walls, And bare our shadows,