Kissing  the  stillness,  caressed  by  the  cold

This  path  of  deceit  shall  never  grow  old

Ageless  and  guiltless,  feasting  on  damnation

And  the  ever  growing  fear  in  their  eye

One  lash  for  my  guilt  and  two  for  my  lies

Beaten  by  the  wolves  in  innocence  disguised

Kissing  the  stillness,  caressing  the  cold

In  the  mouth  of  damnation,  I  am  growing  old

We  have  come  on  wings  of  torment

Follow  us,  all  of  us,  sable  rising

With  our  guilt  to  feed  the  vultures

Follow  us,  all  of  us,  sable  rising

      The  temple  lay  in  ruin

And  the  artist  has  escaped

Leaving  his  works  behind

The  starving  statue  takes  it＇s  shape

Kissing  the  stillness,  caressed  by  the  cold

This  path  of  deceit  shall  never  grow  old

One  lash  for  my  guilt  and  two  for  my  lies

Beaten  by  the  wolves  in  innocence  disguised

We  have  come  on  wings  of  torment

Follow  us,  all  of  us,  sable  rising

With  our  guilt  to  feed  the  vultures

Follow  us,  all  of  us  sable  rising