Scorns of Time

(words & music: Barthold)

Singing that died away
The nightingale silenced
In this world, our decadence
The sweetness turned sour

Naked and bled
Her blackened wings spread
Feathers - burned and frayed
Sore and sick she fades

The nestling falls down
Dead on earth
As sickness takes hold
Of the essence

Naked and bled
Her blackened wings spread
Feathers - burned and frayed
Sore and sick she fades

Together we die
Born unable
Expose the filth
Suppressed within