Scars Born from Bleeding Stars

Decaying oaks howling in the mist
Drummed by dreadful steps
Dogs slashing like thorns made of dust
Feeling the burn, the scorching sun
Will your grandfathers forever remain
Spectres rising from the hazy morn
In the watery air
Out of burning metal houses
That spread like bedridden disease
A malevolent scorn in the midst of thorns

In the nest of despair your dormant soul is no longer yours
Universe of abandoned sand soldier
In the nest of despair your dormant soul is no longer yours
And never will be

Spectres rising from the hazy morn
In the watery air
Out of burning metal houses
That spread like bedridden disease

Shattered dreams, blessed yearnings
Scars born from bleeding stars
Risen from doom, baptized in gloom
Baptized in all its wings
Spread like bedridden disease
Shattered dreams, blessed yearnings
Scars born from bleeding stars