DESCRIPTION:
from the album Dead To You

Watching you die on that October day.
The trees turn to black, the skies turn to gray.
They whispered from hell as your ghost left the room.
The year of our lord, the year you were consumed.

I know you're sleeping. You're never coming home.
The wolves are feeding, I know you're not alone.

You gave me my last name.
Look at me, I see you looking back when I close my eyes.
Speak to me, I hear you talking back when I sleep at night.

Watching you die on that October day.
The trees turn to black, the skies turn to gray.
The demons were slaughtered like lambs
in the the courts of the saints.

Dead man's son, I know you're not alone.
Look at me. Speak to me.