Scorns of Time - Left Hand Solution

Singing that died away

The nightingale silenced

In this world, our decadence

The sweetness turned sour

Naked and bled

Her blackened wings spread

Feathers — burned and frayed

Sore and sick she fades

The nestling falls down

Dead on earth

As sickness takes hold

Of the essence

Naked and bled

Her blackened wings spread

Feathers — burned and frayed

Sore and sick she fades

Together we die

Born unable

Expose the filth

Suppressed within