As Icicles Fall - Ne Obliviscaris

Can you remember the words of our dying Mother?
All winters芒 white...and wonderful
The third eye spies the greatest pain
In league with the cycle of life芒娄feel the change
Her breath of frost upon the house of Man's beating heart
Sleep children sleep, such colours to be seen
Sanguine glaciers, the veins of our prelude
Fore this is where She lies. Mother, be our eyes...
Be our eyes芒娄
As the icicles fall, moments of reverence
The invention of all, everything calls and every life-line ignites
The tears of Mother, everlasting season
But the phoenix empire expires芒娄exhales芒娄the curtain call to embers
Within us She lives, around us She's dying
Fading lights blacken, garden芒s euphoric芒娄cowering underworld order
The winds sing our dirge...This is where She lies
The veiling unveiled芒娄 Mother, our Mother beats down her ashen wings
Mother, be our eyes...
Grey and dripping the blood of Mother
Feel Her pain
Evolving, the shrouds She gathers
This is where She lies
In abstraction without colours
We die with the fall of the icicles...
Lost to pigment the pale paradise芒娄
Swept in tow to the danse macabre
In hand to the cold grasp of time芒娄of time
Broken shutters gape open wide
Breathing in hoarse whispers on high芒娄
Cry芒娄white-noise witch choir
Ice tears of our Mother
Pillars of monolith and ice, laced with lightning
Besieged by the void, the anti-matter of mind
Once were painted walls, now they preach parched skin petals
The freeze-frame tomb unfolds芒娄for our Mother芒娄our Mother
Cry芒娄white-noise witch choir
Fall of the icicles芒娄
Mother芒娄Mother芒娄Mother芒娄Mother芒娄