White Coffins

Something crawls beneath the murk
Watch them drown while given birth
Born with grief so depraved
Only to feel the rich soil of the grave.

Innocence, loss of hope
Buried in the deadend soil
A winding stair, they walk alone
Through the empty unknown.

Of darkness and of night
White coffins and dark skies.

We descend, we pretend
I miss the warmth the laughter.

The children builds coffins
With hammers and nails
They don't build ships
They have no use for sails.

They die
Don't let them die
In the void of the pale blue fire
Take their hands
Embrace their tears.

Something crawls beneath the murk
A dying call.

The darkness swarms
Through their mouths
Festering worms.

Of darkness and of night
White coffins and dark skies.

We descend, we transcend
Sinking further
A slow demise.

They die
Don't let them die
In the void of the pale blue fire
Take their hands
Embrace their tears.