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