Lyrics December Flower - In Flames

December Flower

Towards the rich archaic heavens
Towards the lack diorama
You are the artist and the texture
That plays with mantle of the earth
When the bleakest of powders
Lie rooted to the starched stones
And the roots that feed the peaking trees
Embrace the sleeping stones
Archaic pearls of sleep and death
The voice of December losing its breath
As the flower yard of white and grey is haunted, is haunted
White as the dawn of flaking snow
The heroic emblems of life
Green is the color of my death
As in winter-guise I swoop towards the ground
Green is the landscape of my sorrow filled passing
Archaic pearls of sleep and death
The voice of December losing its breath
As the flower yard of white and grey is haunted, is haunted
White as the dawn of flaking snow
The heroic emblems of life
We are in flames
Towards the dead archaic heavens
We are the artist and the texture
The alters, the mantle of the earth
Archaic pearls of sleep and death
The voice of December losing its breath
As the flower yard of white and grey is haunted, is haunted
White as the dawn of flaking snow
The heroic emblems of life