Black Mass - En Minor

It takes too long

Staining through these floors

It’s unbearable

Seeking underneath

It’s not the sound

We’re trying to ignore

A void in time

That never can replace (Never, never, never)

Imprisoning olde house burn

Black Mass upon painted boards

Accepted

Face to floor

We’re serving deep what’s Olde

For what it’s worth

According to what is saved

Lips like sands

Though bitter I fall upon

Like flies

On dry open eyes

Explicit pages turn

Black Mass upon painted boards

Accepted

Face to floor

We’re serving deep what’s Olde

For what it’s worth

According to what is saved

Lips like sands

Though bitter I fall upon

Like flies

On dry open eyes

Majestic wings unfurl

Black Mass upon painted boards

Accepted (Accepted, accepted)