The Guilded Tomb

[Verse 1] The air is thick with iron and amber, The air is thick with a memory I can't harbor. The barometric weight is a cold serrated knife, The barometric weight is bleeding through my life. The amber frequency screams on the radio dial, A spectral's call dancing in the aisle. I'm tethered to the ruin, watching the walls go gray, I'm tethered to the ghost of every wasted day. [Chorus] Foxfire dancing in the marrow and the bone, A hollow king on a splintered throne. The spectral glow burns brighter than the blood on the moon, I'm digging my way out of this gilded tomb. I'm digging my way out of this gilded tomb. [Bridge] No, it is not the heart that makes you small, It is the fire inside the hall. It is the silence when the walls begin to crawl. [Outro] Burn it down, rise through the scarlet stake. Burn it down, forge the iron from the pit. I am the hammer, I am the maw of the eclipse, I am the prayer dying on your lips. Maw of the eclipse.