Novembers Doom - The Clearing Blind

I've almost had enough
Can our dreams carry on?
Under stress from a failed plan
Shattered mirror reflects the cross
I do not fear the act of death
Only to be forced away

Within these walls, the scent of ruin
Through the barren halls feeds the beast
Exhaling breath, the fragrance of rot
A taker of souls, she ravages death with passion

Here you reside in this frail house
Beneath the squalor and the filth
I will not feign my hate for you, for you

Within these walls, the scent of ruin
Through the barren halls feeds the beast
Exhaling breath, the fragrance of rot
A taker of souls, she ravages death with passion

This time tomorrow
Our story will be no more

Undeserving of this night
Overstep where starlight shines
Undeserving of your life
Passing through the clearing blind

Within these walls, the scent of ruin
Through the barren halls feeds the beast
Exhaling breath, the fragrance of rot
A taker of souls, she ravages death with passion