[00:58.65]He crouches on the floor, there's a mask on the wall.
[01:02.94]And he leafs, through the pages of a book.
[01:11.46]But wait as he may in the shadow of other leaves.
[01:13.98]His heart, in embraces to times long since scorched.
[01:43.80]The horizont folds over, with a purpose sun rise.
[01:47.10]And the wind, carry smoke, from a earth that is burning.
[01:52.71]The smoke clogs in his hair, and he's covered with patterns.
[01:58.14]And a decent, of life trees, on his camouflaged soul.
[02:03.81]With a winter of memories, carved ponder bone white.
[02:09.60]Beyond his sculls for, a scorpion lies.
[02:14.97]In the crunch of the snow, as his darkness increases.
[02:20.64]A twilight of ice, encircles his teeth.
[02:27.75]This is a song for Douglas, after he's dead.
[02:39.87]This is a song for Douglas, his mercury dances.
[03:11.22]There's a swastika carved, in the palm of his hand.
[03:16.65]There's a crooked cross, that is caught in his eyes.
[03:22.35]There waits a falling sun, in his mind.
[03:27.81]There's the honor, of violence, on his lips.
[03:33.39]His father waits for him, at the towers of silence.
[03:38.64]Where they worship the fires, so long ago cringed.
[03:44.04]But the two will oh trees, with el has inverted.
[03:49.65]The fork of life snapped.
[03:52.05]They are father and son.
[03:55.05]So mingling dust, as if life itself, had been mostly illusion.
[04:07.62]But parchly real.
[04:08.13]And parchly pain.
[04:09.30]And over some wall, if you look through rebels.
[04:24.90]Amongst ruins of churches, where life conquers death.
[04:28.11]Thou empires can not last, where blood and concepts.
[04:33.69]The folted and failed.
[04:36.45]A cloud still sow his teeth.
[04:40.53]As the world disappears.
[05:10.95]This is a song for Douglas, after he's dead.
[05:41.43]This is a song for my Douglas, his mercury dances.