Long since we've bled, Eternity since we feared, Our hands unite In Blackchoir. Black spots have grown, From hope we've sown, Yet deeper still there blooms Grand Blackchoir. The lies Evus sings, The pain selfishness brings, Shall perish unheard in, Dim Blackchoir. The sins of flesh, my body lies dead; Die too, transgressions, like tears unshed Dry, wither, and vanish in Grand Blackchoir. Safe Room by Cicada Sirens & 1000 Eyes
