When The Black Hands Dance

(album: Sarabande To Nihil - 2015)

They bear no names... The black hands are dancing
They search for him... All for the king
The king

Staring at open palms, hear the redrum pound
Once upon the battlefield, false vanity has won
Down in the darkness, echoes of dead cries
There's beauty in pain, and pain is their light

They bear no names... The black hands are dancing
They call for him... Here lies the king
The king

Mirrored upon pearl-white eyes
A black halo
Stare into the depths of nevermore
Does it stare back?

A murder of divas, bleeding as the choir
Beneath the shadows, the garden lies withered
When the black hands dance, encircled beneath the sun
Only the dead will hear, screams of a lost Zion

Such passion lay unfinished, lost to the world... Regrets
Precious thoughts unspoken... And silent are the trumpets
No more bard songs, only a crying child
A ghastly crowd faceless, watching this denial
Resounding within the mind, a serenade to still hearts
As ice on the dark stares, how deep do they scar?
Under the rage of wings, cradled by coldness
Into the dark shadows and winter quintessence

Mirrored upon pearl-white eyes
A black halo
Stare into the depths of nevermore
Does it stare back?

Only the dead will hear the sound of such music
Life goes on if there is pain

They bear no names... The black hands are dancing
They sing for him... Long live the king

Still the dance goes on, final breaths linger
In stillness he's loved, caressed by their fingers
Joining the cries of time, planted in pain
As the dead don't rest, within this garden

Mirrored under pearl-white eyes
A black halo
Stare into the depths of nevermore
Does it stare back?