Like Chatter - Darkwood

A place in the corn field

To dig for symbols of the past

Taken from exile

Mighty and hostile

Gifted with memory

Master of the rune-key

Staying in silence

To reign is to know

Like the scarab

That announces the flood

Like the holy scarab

That receives the sun

An eye to the darkness

Like broken angels

With an innocent laughter

But tears in their eyes

Blood and rain

Pain and weeping

Bleeding and falling

As life passes by

Life is passing

Like idle chatter

Like idle chatter

Life is passing by

Life is passing

Like idle chatter

Like idle chatter

Life is passing by

And there won’t be

No tears of mourning

Seek your own past

And leave us to die