"Charcoal Sky" lyrics

"Charcoal Sky"

Rise!
Polaris
Lead me to you my true love

Eye!
For an eye
I pay the toll of broken

Grief!
Unspoken
Words keep these wounds wide open

Crown!
Unbroken
Lead me to war by your side

The iron wheels of black chariots
Skies weight like ocean floor
Sleeping away in this monochrome
Pouring down this rain

The silence of autumn skies
Where words don't belong
And the crows still cry on charcoal sky

You taste the darkness in me
Where you don't belong
And these clouds still cry from charcoal sky

Fill my grave with your apathy
Nail these diamonds on my face
Crush my skull with crown of misery
Lay me down where the moonflowers bloom

The silence of autumn skies
Where words don't belong
And the crows still cry on charcoal sky

You taste the darkness in me
Where you don't belong
And these clouds still cry from charcoal sky

And my crows still cry on charcoal sky


Writer(s): Juha Raivio, Mikko Kotamaeki, Veli Honkonen, Juho Raiha, Juuso Raatikainen
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