Nothing Left to Burn

Come wayward son
Reviving the burden
Of long gone grief

We’re marching through the flames
Longing for melancholy
We’re marching through the flames
With nothing left to burn

Someday you’ll learn
How sweet is the burden
Candid hell

Admiring decadence
These withering eyes crumble
Into the chasm of night
Yearning of solace, breathless
Under a sketchy Moon
Embracing the thoughts

In times of forgiveness
Are we the ones to blame?
This life is only transitory
Until we fade away

Like pictures of our youth
Idle proof of joy
Never eternal

We’re marching through the flames
Longing for melancholy
We’re marching through the flames
With nothing left to burn

From day ‘till dawn
We taste the burden
Of our dreams