Cold Therapy - Night Dwellers

Bathing in a lake of Nightfall's tears
They drink the wails of immortal regret
Born of anguish and unnamable fears
They are free from the Reaper's debt

Their faces are cast from ultimate shadow
Their eyes are forged from indigo flame
Their mouths are sealed and seamless
But they whisper madness just the same

Here, in this ghastly orgy, the righteous die
Wounded beyond repair by their secret sins

Melodic verses distilled from the poison cold
A lover's caress of the heart's intangible cleft
Though hatred blooms, and jealousies unfold
The Dwellers will not stop until nothing is left

Psychic flesh is peeled from wanton desire
The fissures of self and shadow grow wide
And slowly, lovingly, the sleeping awaken
Awaken, unknowing, to the darkness inside

...The righteous die
Wounded beyond repair by their secret sins