Towards the rich archaic heavens   Towards the lack diorama   You are the artist and the texture   That plays, with mantle, of the earth      When the bleakest of powders   Lie rooted, into the darkness hours   And the root that feed the peaking trees   Embrace the sleeping stones      Archaic pearls of sleep and death   The voice of December, losing its breath   And the flower yard of white and gray is haunted, is haunted   White as the down of a flaking snow   The heroic emblems of life      The green is the color of my death   As the winter, guides I swoop towards the ground   Green is the landscape   Of my sorrow filled passing      Archaic pearls of sleep and death   Voice of December, losing its breath   And the flower yard of white and gray is haunted, is haunted   White as the down of a flaking snow   The heroic emblems of life      Yea      We are in flames   Towards the dead archaic heavens   We are the artist and the texture   The altars, the mantle, of the earth      Archaic pearls of sleep and death   The voice of December, losing its breath   And the flower yard of white and gray is haunted, is haunted   White as the down of the flaking snow   The heroic emblems of life