[Verse 1]
Hard to separate night from day
The twilight carries resentment
It’s stuck in between
It’s excluded from the dichotomy
Singing along to the jeremiad
Whatever it’s about today
Do you know what I mean?
I sing along like a grumpy violin
With a squeal
[Pre-Chorus 1]
Winter enshrines it’s weapons
And with the apples that survived half the year, we make wine
“Crow of trouble,” hell’s raven
Truth be told, the well-known popinjay goes by many names
And he hears them all in longing
[Chorus]
Thе light scratches at the door
But I have peepholеs in my cranium
Sharp as a hawk
In the night when the darkness waits for it’s turn
Then we’ll sketch the blueprints for the architect of tragedy
[Verse 2]
Slimmer shadows, thicker fog
Spider tracks in the snow
They’ve created a path
Practicing holy geometry
Here’s the acceleration, and the reaction
The forest takes a deep drag
And counts to ten
Breathing new life in an aging allegory
[Pre-Chorus 2]
Winter enshrines it’s weapons
And with the apples that survived half the year, we make wine
Pentagrams drawn in the sand
Leveled with the ground in a fever-dream caused by the land
And takes the morning in its embrace
[Chorus]
The light scratches at the door
But I have peepholes in my cranium
Sharp as a hawk
In the night when the darkness waits for it’s turn
Then we’ll sketch the blueprints for the architect of tragedy