Lyric

I wait by the rusted garden gate

The damp soil clings to my leather soles

The moon is a blade cutting the sky

I hear your breath before I see you

(I hear your breath)

Your hand on my throat is a brand

We move like two predators in the brush

No words are needed for this theft

The darkness is our only witness now

(Only the darkness)

This is a pact signed in red wine

A fire that consumes the dry grass

Let the world sleep in its boring bed

We are the storm hitting the coast

Our bodies are the only truth left

(The only truth)

The ancestors would weep at this sin

But my blood sings a louder song

Hold me until the sun ruins everything

Until the iron of the morning returns

(Ruins everything)

Is this death or is it life

Does it matter when the pulse is this loud

Take the risk

Burn the map

(Burn it all)

This is a pact signed in red wine

A fire that consumes the dry grass

Let the world sleep in its boring bed

We are the storm hitting the coast

Our bodies are the only truth left

The gate closes behind your ghost

I taste salt and scorched earth

The night is heavy

The night is done

(The night is done)