All the darkest hours All the strangest days All the shadows playing in all the sullen ways We take these bones this dish these ashes We scry the ripples poured The past is gone The future is hidden Our prayers as echoes to the Lord The sound of that door swinging like the darkness of the night The sound of hinges scraping like the darkness of a fight All the shining moments All the brightest days All the shadows over them in all the sullen ways
Scry A Wind We Cannot See
Scry A Wind We Cannot See
Scry A Wind We Cannot See
All the darkest hours All the strangest days All the shadows playing in all the sullen ways We take these bones this dish these ashes We scry the ripples poured The past is gone The future is hidden Our prayers as echoes to the Lord The sound of that door swinging like the darkness of the night The sound of hinges scraping like the darkness of a fight All the shining moments All the brightest days All the shadows over them in all the sullen ways