Novembers Doom
Apostasy
I wished my life away
Brutal dreams have gone to pass
I've made mistakes that have led me here
Forward punishment is regret

I seek the pale fog that creeps so close the earth
Crawling through the muck

The storm approaches from the past
The aftermath of fractured lives

I seek the pale fog that creeps so close the earth
Crawling through the muck

I saw your God today
Washed up on the shore with a feeble moan
His flesh was pale, his eyes were hollow
Deceiving life in the setting sun

Your God is dead

A shallow hole to hide the truth
Missing the earth so they can see

Stone-cutter will leave his mark
The hammer swings so violently
Calling words with archaic means
Contemplate apostasy

And a desperate attempt at redemption
The pathetic urge to continue the run

I seek the pale fog that creeps so close the earth
Crawling through the muck

I saw your God today
Washed up on the shore with a feeble moan
His flesh was pale, his eyes were hollow
Deceiving life in the setting sun

Your God is dead