Bitter thoughts became your every waking breath. Save the nights your hollow dreams revealed the sweet release of death. In your thoughts you played a symphony of self. But your soul had bled a darker song of close to nothing left. Oh The deliverance of blade and flame your love. And greater is the blood. [Chorus:]. You’ll find it in the veil of night where solitude is born. In the emptiness of broken flesh at the mercy of the thorns. You’ll find it in the veil of night where solitude is born. In the emptiness of broken flesh at the mercy of the thorns. Every line a path into an empty heart. Where the words of now forgotten love fall silent in the dark. Oh The deliverance of blade and flame your love. And greater is the blood. [Chorus]. Sister don’t you sleep through your own eulogy. Don’t sever what you are for what you couldn’t be. [Chorus]