Catacombs
Ashton Nyte
And the light it shakes
And the light goes out
See how they fade
Dressed in the flames
Of infamy
He stands above
Gathers the names
With sympathy
Absent of love
And he knows
They fall
On the inside
The lesser days
Can leave the broken cold
When the tide has gone
Through these catacombs
Through the darkest hours
We follow the sound
We follow the sound
And I feel my body break
Like a new disciple
Absolved and still awake
To my old desires
So awake
And I’ll fall
On the inside
Trying to forget
All I’ve been told
And I’ll fall
On the inside
These lesser days
Can leave the broken cold
When the tide has gone
But I’ll carry on