Je N'en Connais Pas La Fin (Rosetta)

For every pass Of this moon Embers wait Commune A dawn's harvest Spores Burrowing Ash Covering My world My home My loves My memories So tell me how I've come so far Repression of memories Behind a door best kept shut Suppression of daily deeds A crushing venom weeping Into these hands A plague upon a frame Growing on the inside Withering a simple sullen home Plague upon the frame Crawling from within Simple sullen home Withering away Locked behind a door Of secrets best kept shut Crushing venom wept Right into the hands Plague upon the frame Crawling from within Withering away Simple sullen homes Won't you play Your trumpet well Gabriele Let this go Won't you play Your trumpet well Gabriele And pray that I can rest Spores Burrowing Ash Covering Spores Burrowing Ash