Voices Lyrics - Singles - Dead Congregation

The dry heads of the young ones 

Staring at me await the hour, 

Mouths halted mid-scream 

Eyes black with death 

A golden lament 'neath each tongue 

Adorned by sings obscure 

A body of weeds 'neath each wreck 

Ritually prepared and bound 

In the lamp's flickering light 

I stare them in the eye 

Shadows dance their faces 

Their gaze returns mine 

Demons howling backwards 

Trees move in the breeze 

My mind starving for reason 

When with one voice they speak