A Dark Congregation

A dark congregation of familiar faces gathered around the quiet earth A red rose fell upon the soft snow, prayers were whispered so slow from our mouths Our breath rose in the cold like a hundred souls escaping Save me, I am swallowed by the guilt of this You're gone, sleeping in the dust We will not let time erase us We are surrounded by all of the quiet sleepers inside the quiet earth A form of fear I cannot shape - you dared to kiss the face of the night Our lips were cold as clay, we couldn't speak anyway Save me, I am swallowed by the guilt of this You're gone, sleeping in the dust We will not let time erase us Our breath rose in the cold like a hundred souls We, we are alone, I know you're gone Save me, I am swallowed by the guilt of this You're gone, sleeping in the dust We will not let time erase us