Vermilion Vestibule

Lyrics

Two thousand years Of slow passes Taking portraits of the dead A saint once wiped A bleeding face And the image Stayed in the thread Crimson catechism Portraits of the dead All this time The red was hiding Something Silver underneath I paw the ground I lower my head Tricked to the graveyard Statue simile It bent the sound around me Till my voice Came from elsewhere Convulsing in the air Vibillion vestibule The Veil has left my vision A red thought Turns within me Crimson catechism Portraits of the dead All this time The red was hiding Something Silver underneath I paw the ground I lower my head Tricked to the graveyard Statue simile Crimson catechism Portraits of the dead