In Flames - December Flower Lyrics
Towards the rich archaic heavensTowards the lack dioramaYou are the artist and the textureThat plays with mantle of the earthWhen the bleakest of powdersLie rooted to the starched stonesAnd the roots that feed the peaking treesembrace the sleeping stonesArchaic pearls of sleep and deathThe voice of December losing its breathAs the floweryard of white and grey is haunted, is hauntedWhite as the down of flaking snowThe heroic emblems of lifeGreen is the colour of my deathAs in winter-guise I swoop towards the groundGreen is the landscape of my sorrowfilled passingArchaic pearls of sleep and deathThe voice of December losing its breathAs the floweryard of white and grey is haunted, is hauntedWhite as the down of flaking snowThe heroic emblems of lifeWe Are In FlamesTowards the dead archaic heavensWe Are The Mantle and The TextureThe alters, the mantle of the earthArchaic pearls of sleep and deathThe voice of December losing its breathAs the floweryard of white and grey is haunted, is hauntedWhite as the down of flaking snowThe heroic emblems of life
