The Fall - Cult Of Luna

Rise from your grave

Bow to her name

Every single word she speaks is golden

One drop of all nights I have wandered

Could fill your empty void

Close that shallow gap

The pain is a rebirth

Leave your empty skin to rot

Long have you waited

The steps behind you decay into nothing

At the edge of your memory

A being that ceased to be

Rise from your grave

Bow to her name

At the edge of your memory

A being that ceased to be

Rise from your grave

Bow to her name

In the fall came the rain

Flooded the fields

Cleansed what remained

With new eyes she appears

But I am no longer here