White Skies and Grey Lands - Sun of the Dying

The rain became the shroud

That hide us from the sun

Your loss painted that winter morning

Like a picture

Of white skies and grey lands

Of white skies and grey lands

No farewell, no last words

Only the taste of the wine

As I carry your coffin

I still hear your voice

I lead the black procession

I take you to the stone

You teach me how to dance

To the tune of the vultures

If nothing stays forever

If all we love just fades away

Why should we try, why should we pray

To a deaf god of nothingness

A cold winter morning feast

Clothes of ashes, glasses of sand

Then you taught me how to dance

To the song of the vultures

If nothing stays forever

If all we love just fades away

Why should we try, why should we pray

To a deaf god of nothingness

The rain became a shroud

A picture

Of white skies and grey lands

Of white skies and grey lands