"From the Briar" Lyrics

Gravestones

For death is upon me and I don’t mind,
For I know my reflection is calling.
And the terrified hopes of me will be my friend
As I ride into my worries--
But there’s no need to hurry.

Sand is quick--
When doused in fear--
Biting through my tongue.
So have it that--
This mouth of mine--
Could speak three words so fine.

Gravestones cold break my mould,
Bursting o’er the vine:
Holding on my fickle fires
To ignite what I had burnt.

For death is upon me and I don’t mind,
I know my reflection is calling.
And the terrified hopes of me will be my friend
As I ride into my worries--
But there’s no need to hurry.


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