Nothing Left to Burn

Come, wayward son
 Reviving the burden
 Of long gone grief
 We're marching through the flames
 Longing for melancholy
 We're marching through the flames
 With nothing left to burn
 Someday you'll learn
 How sweet is the burden
 Candid hell
 Admiring decadence
 These withering eyes crumble
 Into the chasm of night
 Yearning of solace, breathless
 Under a sketchy moon
 Embracing the thoughts
 In times of forgiveness
 Are we the ones to blame?
 This life is only transitory
 Until we fade away
 Like pictures of our youth
 Idle proof of joy
 Never eternal
 We're marching through the flames
 Longing for melancholy
 We're marching through the flames
 With nothing left to burn
 From day 'til dawn
 We taste the burden
 Of our dreams