Whispers Through the Aether

The joyous celebration of the end of the world Harvesting souls from Every corner of the earth O, can toy hear the children cry Fall to the ground in a made-up trance, yeah! Dropping all defences Abandoning the self Pursuing the fleeting nearness of god Still they fail to realise That we're born for the solid earth Seedlings from dust and dirt Empty vessels, rotten snags Drowning in our holy water From depths they have called three With ravenous hunger for heaven But with greater fear and trembling That seizes them unto the ends of the earth Praying to a ghost long dead Trivial whispers through the aether Buried voices, swallowed tongues The echo dies in timelessness Come, drink deep in the white night Watch all their heroes drown In death, in the sea of his name In search for someone else's light As they dance through the heaven's gate All their failures pass before our eyes The sky gets darker, there's no one to save them The weight of oceans accumulates