Wither & Wane Songtext
von Ithaca

Searching for something on the outside
To scatter seeds that i will never sow
Waning, wasting on the inside
I found nothing at the end of the road

A blackened path
The flash of teeth
To light up the dark
For the long deceased

And now the grass is withering under my feet
I could say i′m sorry but i wouldn't mean it


Searching for something on the outside
To scatter seeds that i will never sow
Waning, wasting on the inside
I found nothing at the end of the road

Wither (and waste away)
Running (from slow decay)
The unholy (speaks my name)
A blackened path do all obey

Wither (and waste away)
Running (from slow decay)
The unholy (speaks my name)
A blackened path do all obey