Riders of the Plague - The Absence

So salvation here runs the flood

Here dies the love

The banner of the ungranted

And our darkest days

The feelings that were forced

Out of fear without a drop of remorse

Now that the pain is released

With cryptic seals and signs

Running over heartstrings wretched and run dry

When the feathered begin to fall

With a voice like glass

Born to splint and shatter

The touch of sunlight

Like heavens plague, the birth of black

With hung halos of wrath and decay

The furthest of faith, the Rider of Plagues

Our hands have reached thin of skin

Sifted straight to bone

Bare and broken as the inventors hope

Unseen by the believed

Unbelieved by all who see

So when you become every dream abhorred

A being so bitter not worth the weight of ice in his words

With a voice like glass

Born to splint and shatter

The touch of sunlight

Like heavens plague, the birth of black

With hung halos of wrath and decay

The furthest of faith, the Rider of Plagues

With a voice just like glass

Born to splint and born to shatter

The touch of sunlight

Like heavens plague, the birth of black

With hung halos of wrath and decay

The furthest of faith, the Rider of Plagues