| Oh we sing with the voice of the wind
|
| the songs that silence brings
|
| We lay in blackness so old and weary
|
| unquiet and waiting
|
| gushing darkness turn to dim amber
|
| dying fireflies
|
| Oh so deep we’ll embrace you to sleep
|
| with our bitter lullaby
|
| Come my child and join these hands
|
| Come my child and join this chant
|
| What if we rise? |
| what if we rise…
|
| from the Underliving?
|
| Dormant in the corner of your eyes
|
| always there always hidden to your sight
|
| In denial wearing a disguise
|
| we’re not living but we do feel alive
|
| What if we rise? |
| What if we rise
|
| from the Underliving?
|
| We’ll entice you. |
| We’ll lead you astray
|
| We might like you, point the right way
|
| We will lure you. |
| We love to play
|
| with our favourite toys
|
| our favourite games
|
| Silhouettes in a shadowplay
|
| You ignore we control
|
| every thought you spare
|
| Oh we sing with the voice of the wind
|
| wearing our torn and foggy shroud
|
| and thus we hold world’s invisible strings
|
| Leave not trace and leave no sound
|
| veiled unseen we swarm around
|
| What if we rise? |
| what if we rise…
|
| from the Underliving?
|
| Dormant in the corner of your eyes
|
| always there always hidden to your sight
|
| In denial wearing a disguise
|
| We’re not living but we do feel alive
|
| What if we rise? |
| What if we rise
|
| from the Underliving?
|
| Worn and tired withering, waning
|
| Old as time in a void so vast
|
| We lay in blackness so old and weary
|
| Gushing darkness
|
| turns to dim amber dying fireflies
|
| But what if we rise??? |