A Map Of All Our Failures Lyrics - My Dying Bride

I'm unaware of a response 

From my errant dark red soul 

Too deep to be spoken aloud 

I bury a word right in my heart 

Frost etched the tall windows 

I have been cold for a long time 

Borne upon winters shoulders 

There are wolves here, many of them 

I am staggered at their hatred of me 

I lie in complete fear 

I call the moths to tend me 

I forget the form of my sins 

And drained of motion, the air itself avoids me 

And void of notion, unable to perceive 

Mouth barely open, almost fearing to breathe 

And there is no other sound at all 

Just there, to the left, his shadow rose 

I always knew he was coming 

Takes the vacant chair beside me 

With golden hands he moved the hair from my face