I could do it but I won't,
I have made big plans.
It's just a game, a pathetic one,
Although it seems bold, it isn't.
Sometimes I'm scared that
The owerwhelming joy defeats me.
What happens if the horrors
I'm filled with break loose?
What if on a silent night
I would burn your house down?
It would kill you and your loved ones.
You would all die together.
But first, I would take a closer look
At your room, and I'd sit there for hours.
I'd memorize where your bed is.
I'd say goodbye to the walls.
Then, I'd walk around in the house,
Cause I'm courious what would you do
When the fire would spread and
The flames would corner you.
You will burn. Even if you
Would find your way out,
Screaming, running like hell,
Eventually, you'd turn to ashes.
I stand still, watching
The smoke on the wall,
It dresses your house in
Black veil of mourning.
As the collapsing ruins
Of your house trap you.
The misery that tortured me
Becomes yours now.
It should be so. But nothing's going to happen.
The hell that awaits you wouldn't satisfy me.
Like the remains of your house,
I'm burned out and empty.
I never loved you at all.
You aren't worth playing with.
Sleep, drink, eat, do whatever you want
And even if you understand - don't be afraid.
On the forthcoming Tombs album "All Empires Fall," the band expands their scope and range, balancing brutal riffs with melancholy melodies. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 29, 2016