A Dark Congregation - The Hush Sound

A dark congregation of familiar faces gathered around the quiet earth

A red rose fell upon the soft snow, prayers were whispered so slow from our

mouths

Our breath rose in the cold like a hundred souls escaping

Save me, I am swallowed by the guilt of this

You’re gone, sleeping in the dust

We will not let time erase us We are surrounded by all of the quiet sleepers inside the quiet earth

A form of fear I cannot shape — you dared to kiss the face of the night

Our lips were cold as clay, we couldn’t speak anyway

Save me, I am swallowed by the guilt of this

You’re gone, sleeping in the dust

We will not let time erase us Our breath rose in the cold like a hundred souls

We, we are alone, I know you’re gone

Save me, I am swallowed by the guilt of this

You’re gone, sleeping in the dust

We will not let time erase us