Lyrics

White pedals fall down from far above
Burned by the light of a fallen sun
Drifting on the clouds of heavens fears
Bound by the sadness of a thousand tears

War trumpets heroes from our fathers past
Tears of the fallen souls that didn't last
Baby's cry while lost love mothers die
Fallen dreams wander the darkest nights

Souls don't follow and the dead don't speak
Filled by desire of the broken seed
Angels cry demons feed
Dreams tell tales of the holy tree

Beauty grows from ash both good and bad
New days not poisoned by the broken past
White pedals fall down from far above
Burned by the light of a fallen sun

Souls don't follow and the dead don't speak
Filled by desire of the broken seed
Angels cry demons feed
Dreams tell tales of the holy tree

Black flowers fall
Black flowers fall
Black flowers fall
Black flowers falls on
On me