Of The Wand And The Moon - A Song For Deaf Ears In Empty Cathedrals

The veils trails and trials
In hearts rites and dreams
And count your blessings
The night has no end

Let go, give in, succumb
Hail that emptiness
The things that you let in
Are things that might leave you dead

Don’t speak, words are futile
And time will erase the rest
The night distilled with tears
Unfruitful loveless empty

Let go, give in, succumb
Share my emptiness
The things that you let in
Are things that might leave you dead

The burned out incense of a buried love
Empty halo
Rising above
You are the one, of that I’m sure
But shall the fear become the cure
The fear of letting go
That has buried me in this field of snow