In Flames - December Flower lyrics

December Flower Lyrics

Towards the rich archaic heavens; towards the lack diorama

you are the artist and the texture

that plays with the mantle of the Earth

When the bleakest of powders

lie rooted to the starched stones

and roots that feed the peaking trees

embrace the sleeping shores

Archaic pearls of sleep and death

the voice of December losing its breath

and the floweryard of whit and grey is haunted

White as the down of flaking snow,

the heroic emblems of life

Green is the color of my death

as the winter-guise I swoop towards the ground

Green is the landscape of my sorrowfilled passing

We are In Flames,

towards the dead archaic heavens

We are the mantle and the texture

the alters the mantle of the Earth