In bitter winds of our creation The dead wood writhes in disdain From the eyes of forgotten shrines Rain tears onto graves that beareth no name And I'll paint this pallid canvas in frost On a pilgrimage of harbored guilt and pain As the sun sets forever upon us all Sheltering my restless gaze A maze of recollection And effigies of weathered stone Of all the ruin we've come to beget And will never here atone This crown lay upon my head Fading with me into the everblack Of all we've come to reap To dream alone in endless sleep