When All is Black - Hail Spirit Noir

Figures come out of the rainy fog

silhouettes are passing by like running time

Winter’s hot and its sun burns my skin

thousand raindrops the alibi for a poor god

Smells like dry sore, seems that it grows

constantly changing its shapes, we are but apes

Smells like dry sore, its my contempt for them

my past is black, my present black, their faces suck

WHEN ALL IS BLACK

They will always dry out

Like raisins in the sun

They fester like a sore and run

My foe is just you and your twins

You always skate on thin ice byt never drown

Your indifference has grown

Your days are numbered, you know

Your fear is an expensive whore

Your descendants forlorn

my past is black, my present black, their faces suck

WHEN ALL IS BLACK