- After The Burial
- Relase date:
- April 30, 2013
- Sumerian Records
- Terry Date
This Life Is All We Have tracks
1. A STEADY DECLINE
The secret's out this is the last time.
Cast overboard, dragged out to sea.
All premonitions drowned today in the murky waters flowing from wounds.
But we emerged soaked in grace, dripping with the truth.
You've fired upon a target so clear, but we..ve shattered our own glass hearts.
We've fought with sweat and blood, this life is all we have.
Today has taken a bloody toll, but the nightfall will claim your life.
Claim your life tonight.
Her majesty will swallow you, she'll devour you.
And now we stand at this eulogy dripping with the truth.
You fired upon a target and we fired back.
We fired back on your stronghold.
We devastated all defenses.
Regret consumes you.
Regret becomes us all.
2. FINGERS LIKE DAGGERS
Your feminine fingers are like daggers.
Tearing me apart, with each caressing stroke.
My scars unravel cruel history.
Our love was stab wounds and lusty kisses.
In your eyes I see wasted tears for wasted years, and heartache, heartfelt for granted.
You left me with nothing but the desire to overcome.
This gaping wound from where you stole my vital organ.
But keep it with you, a trophy for yourself.
Still you linger for another gaze.
Die away from me.
I won..t stand by while you plague the air with your lies and deception.
My shirt stained crimson, from long nights of anguish.
These scars are forever, but this won't be eternity.
You wash away guilt in the oceans of my tears.
I will drown you.
3. REDEEMING THE WRETCHED
When the bite of the steel catches your face, give it all your flesh to strip away.
Revealing all the scars you hide inside.
Your inner quarrels, your struggle to survive.
A crimson hand to choke your throat.
I'll stop your breath as long as it takes.
To end this torture, clearing a forest of oppression.
Can you taste the soil as it fills your lungs?
To extinguish the fire, the fire burning in your eyes.
You cannot stop the scorching.
We'll lay you down on your eternal bed.
The soothing touch of a wrathful hand.
You leave the sky, encased in the earth.
Can you feel the roots as they seep inside your heart?
A crimson hand to do the will of god.
We'll wipe you out to clear the land for angels.
With the turning of the tide.