Something crawls beneath the murk Watch them drown while given birth Born with grief so depraved Only to feel the rich soil of the grave Innocence, loss of hope Buried in the deadend soil A winding stair, they walk alone Through the empty unknown Of darkness and of night White coffins and dark skies We descend, we pretend I miss the warmth... ...the laughter The children builds coffins With hammers and nails They don't build ships They have no use for sails They die Don't let them die In the void... ...of the pale blue fire Take their hands Embrace their tears Something crawls beneath the murk A dying call... The darkness swarms Through their mouths Festering worms Of darkness and of night White coffins and dark skies We descend, we transcend Sinking further A slow demise They die Don't let them die In the void... ...of the pale blue fire Take their hands Embrace their tears