Coffins of November - October Tide

Tides of October washed over me again

Like a choir of whispers that wakes in me as the dark arrives

Year after year, building my black coffins under falling leaves

With rusted nails, among the rusted trees

And I cannot hide

These chariots of flames and shades that light the night, I cannot hide!

These thoughts that broke the silence, like thunder in my mind

My hands of demons and words of saints

In the end they all will remember

As I ride this madness and drag these coffins

These coffins of November

Like an echo in this valley that I walk, I chant out the weakness

Like a cathedral of souls so lost, my heart always reminds me

Of those piercing eyes like diamonds, like dying embers in the night

When I lay down with my ghosts, who drag me away from the light

These chariots of flames and shades that light the night, I cannot hide!

These thoughts that broke the silence, like thunder in my mind

My hands of demons and words of saints

In the end they all will remember

As I ride this madness and drag these coffins

These coffins of November

Raindrops on my shallow grave, where I listen still and quiet

Scared to breathe and wake those thoughts

To wake the curse in, me again

These coffins in the woods

These wooden sanctuaries from the world

I can’t hide any longer, from this coming darkness

This killing season of the mind

This killing season of the mind

The dark that flames the fires in my eyes

Is the light that guides me through the night

I build these walls to save them

Tonight I count these coffins, five caskets open wide