From Your Grave

The bitter wind drifts
 Through the apparition
 A sleep that heavies the neck through the noose a stretch of song and
 Deep in this shallow grave burning bitter and bleak from this whimpered
 Taste of your weakness fallen so low sunken deep and black from this
 Broken vow of your weakness fallen so low sunken deep and black from
 This broken vow
 Arise
 From your grave
 Arise
 Where the black rains are falling upon
 The everlasting to all of our losses
 Calling from the dead of night
 Hollow from the breath of my prayers now lost
 Burning fevers
 In the shadows and in the embrace
 Where they stagger, where they fall, and where they lay where the
 Rains, won't wash away because as I burn what I feel as I sink into the
 Killing fields the prevail is running you out of time while you wither,
 While death walks beside
 Arise
 From your grave
 Arise
 Where the black rains are falling upon
 The everlasting to all of our losses
 Calling from the dead of night
 Hollow from the breath of my prayers now lost
 The sweetness holding the salt
 To the serpents tongue, seconds before the fall keeping heads above the
 Frey and keeping hell one heart beat away
 Arise
 From your grave
 Arise
 Arise
 Arise
 From your grave
 Arise
 Arise
 From your grave