Scorns Of Time

[words & music: Barthold]
Singing that died away
The nightingale silenced
In this world, our decadence
The sweetness turned sour
Naked and bled
Her blackened wings spread
Feathers - burned and frayed
Sore and sick she fades
The nestling falls down
Dead on earth
As sickness takes hold
Of the essence
Naked and bled
Her blackened wings spread
Feathers - burned and frayed
Sore and sick she fades
Together we die
Born unable
Expose the filth
Suppressed within