Towards the rich archaic heavens; towards the lack diorama
You are the artist of 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 flower yard of white and grey is haunted
White as the down of flaking snow,
The heroic emblems of life
Green is the color of my death
As in winter-guise I swoop towards the ground
Green is the landscape of my sorrow filled passing
We are 'In Flames'
Towards the dead archaic heavens
We are the mantle and the texture
The alters the mantle of the earth
In Flames - December Flower Lyrics
In Flames - December Flower Lyrics
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Towards the rich archaic heavens; towards the lack diorama
You are the artist of 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 flower yard of white and grey is haunted
White as the down of flaking snow,
The heroic emblems of life
Green is the color of my death
As in winter-guise I swoop towards the ground
Green is the landscape of my sorrow filled passing
We are 'In Flames'
Towards the dead archaic heavens
We are the mantle and the texture
The alters the mantle of the earth
You are the artist of 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 flower yard of white and grey is haunted
White as the down of flaking snow,
The heroic emblems of life
Green is the color of my death
As in winter-guise I swoop towards the ground
Green is the landscape of my sorrow filled passing
We are 'In Flames'
Towards the dead archaic heavens
We are the mantle and the texture
The alters the mantle of the earth
Writer: ANDERS PAR FRIDEN, BJOERN INGVAR GELOTTE, JESPER CLAES HAAKAN STROEMBLAD
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Performed By: In Flames
Language: English
Length: 4:10
Written by: ANDERS PAR FRIDEN, BJOERN INGVAR GELOTTE, JESPER CLAES HAAKAN STROEMBLAD