d**h In June - Lord Winter lyrics

Like Luther's army And Abel's brother I woke to find Only to smother An angel fat At Satan's feast Where falsehood, childhood And loneliness ceased. Delicate like grief I am rapist, well-healed Double the echo of silence Like a dusty dead rose. The dead of it - The dread of it The dead of it - The dread of it Contaminate with neglect Every little heart eventually ends up broken Shrouded by fog, and hidden by fear. Asleep in this stumble of autumn The pain was Calvary Our living on Empty.