Icy dew around burning cinders
Ardent features, skeletal fingers
Faces yield, torn by splinters
Sacred heroes, grinning
Like monstrous creatures

Erase me from this vision
Halt the burning season

This burden, this burden
Is it my own?
Am I alone in writing my song?

Erase me from this vision
Thoughts dismayed
Souls betrayed
Through this prison of flesh

This burden, this burden
Is it my own?
Am I alone in writing my song?

The burden, the burden
The ancestral daughters and sons
The perilous ones

The burden, the burden
The ancestral daughters and sons
The perilous ones

Like a blade stuck inside our hearts
Held to the throat

It's the binding of the spirit onto shame
And God's in the gutter
Drunk on the tears he claimed

For he is alone
Inquisitor of the monochrome

We ascend to a heaven
Overgrown by dusk
Among the misgiven
Shards of our lives

With a downcast face
And tears aligned
We're leaving this place
To reclaim the divine

We are alone
Refugees from the monochrome

Their burden, their burden
The ancestral daughters and sons
The perilous ones
Coming undone

The burden, the burden
The ancestral daughters and sons
The perilous ones

Is this what we've become?