Trees still
their voices dead
angels mourn
like wilted flowers dried
(Pre Chorus 1)
razor lines
on the mirror of the sky
the soul is lead
the flesh is fire
the tears of angels falls around
unlearned lessons from deep in the past
all that's heard
is the laughter of shatered glass
(Pre Chorus 1)
(Chorus)
The only sound...
the only sound is the laughter of shattered glass
In this cold...
in this cold october mourning
Crying at the side of agels
sulking at the side of devils
nothing is left for either side
our souls are too late to save
(Pre Chorus 2)
Nail marks on the hands of the sky
the heart is lead
the eyes are fire
the blood of demons falls around
(Chorus)
