The Ghost of Ire Songtext
von Vaelmyst

At dawn
We lift the veil
Treachery beckoned all
Coffins once set sail
For all dreams but their own
A path of widows
Sinew and bone

For none they sire
The ghosts of ire

Oh, how we plead
When scarce of tragedy
I muster the mouths
Of misery


Bathe me in oceans of wine
Long we bore its lashings
For who am I
To time

Oh, how we plead
When scarce of tragedy
I muster the mouths
Of misery

But what of the depths from which you fell before
Were the winds as bitter as the taste
Tell me of the pain escaped
Your blessings solely by the pity of grace

For none they sire
The ghosts of ire