[Verse 1]

Towards the rich archaic heavens

Towards the black diorama

You are the artist and the texture

That plays with the mantle of Earth

[Verse 2]

When the bleakest of powders

Lie rooted to the starched stones

And the roots that feed the peaking trees

Embrace the sleeping stone

[Chorus]

Archaic pearls of sleep and death

The voice of December losing its breath

And the flower yard of white and grey is haunted... is haunted

White as the down of a flaking snow

Heroic emblems of life

[Verse 3]

The green is the color of my death

As in winter-guise I swoop towards the ground

Green is the landscape of my sorrow-filled passing

[Chorus]

Archaic pearls of sleep and death

Voice of December losing its breath

And the flower yard of white and grey is haunted... is haunted

White as the down of a flaking snow

Heroic emblems of life

[Bridge]

We are In Flames

Towards the dead archaic heavens

We are the artist and the texture

The alters, the mantle of the Earth

[Chorus]

Archaic pearls of sleep and death

The voice of December losing its breath

And the flower yard of white and grey is haunted... is haunted

White as the down of a flaking snow

Heroic emblems of life