Thorns · letra

Bitter thoughts became your every waking breath Save the nights, your hollow dreams revealed the sweet release of death In your thoughts you played a symphony of self But your soul had bled a darker song of close to nothing left
Oh, the deliverance of blade and flame Your love, and greater is the blood
You’ll find it in the veil of night, where solitude is born In the emptiness of broken flesh, at the mercy of the thorns You’ll find it in the veil of night, where solitude is born In the emptiness of broken flesh, at the mercy of the thorns
Every line a path into an empty heart Where the words of now forgotten love fall silent in the dark Oh, The deliverance of blade and flame, your love And greater is the blood
You’ll find it in the veil of night, where solitude is born In the emptiness of broken flesh, at the mercy of the thorns You’ll find it in the veil of night, where solitude is born In the emptiness of broken flesh, at the mercy of the thorns
Sister, don’t you sleep through your own eulogy Don’t sever what you are for what you couldn’t be
You’ll find it in the veil of night, where solitude is born In the emptiness of broken flesh, at the mercy of the thorns You’ll find it in the veil of night, where solitude is born In the emptiness of broken flesh, at the mercy of the thorns