Lyrics Like Chatter - Darkwood

Like Chatter

A place in the corn field
To dig for symbols of the past
Taken from exile
Mighty and hostile
Gifted with memory
Master of the rune-key
Staying in silence
To reign is to know
Like the scarab
That announces the flood
Like the holy scarab
That receives the sun
An eye to the darkness
Like broken angels
With an innocent laughter
But tears in their eyes
Blood and rain
Pain and weeping
Bleeding and falling
As life passes by
Life is passing
Like idle chatter
Like idle chatter
Life is passing by
Life is passing
Like idle chatter
Like idle chatter
Life is passing by
And there won’t be
No tears of mourning
Seek your own past
And leave us to die