Oh Soft Embalmer of the Still Midnight
Adam Kalmbach
No phoenix rises from the ruined walls
I ponder the grief of many rooms
The grief of many rooms
The shadows, the colors turning
The vestal moon, the violating sun
Oh soft embalmer
Of the still midnight
You call to me from across the rotting sea
You call to me from across the rotting sea
Rain suspended in the sky
Rain across the rotting sky
No phoenix rises from the ruined walls
I ponder now the grief of many rooms
The grief of many rooms
The shadows, the colors turning
The vestal moon, the violating sun
Oh soft embalmer of the still midnight
Oh soft embalmer of the still midnight
You call to me from across the rotting sea
You call to me from across the rotting sea
Rain suspended in the sky
Rain suspended in the sky