Bell Witch
Judgement, In Fire: I – Garden (Of Blooming Ash)
Lungs
Full Of ash
Silence of flames
The heat, everything wanes
The air clouds and wraps
The world in silent ash
Wrapped
In eyes of thorns
The skin that I'd worn
I'll wrap
My eyes in wrath
An endless path
I am
The blooming ash
Take my arms
For rain
Wash it through
In flame
The air
A looming trail
Through ever and past
This garden of
Floating ash
From Letras Mania