Letra de The Sound of the Dredge in Deathcount Woods

The noise it makes
The noise it makes
The noise it makes
It always scrapes
The bones display
White like we rot
In the vein of the father and spied on by the holy ghost
The leaves of the path are gray, as the noise it makes, the bones display
There was time, time to run
Running from the future’s end
Into darkness I drift
As the float consumes like massive screams I miss
The noise it makes
The noise it makes
The noise it makes
It always scrapes
The bones display
White like we rot
White like they rot
Ivory sheen that basks in true silence
Ivory sheen that hides in full darkness
Sinister seeping and fragile
And all the names before us
The muffled words that caught us
No longer will they tell us
Instead they talk below us
I do nothing but walk into this quiet night and listen
It will devastate you
Walk into this quiet night and listen
I know what it sounds like to die in this hole
I know what it sounds like to die in this home
I won’t be lost
I won’t be covered up
I won’t be gone forever
I won’t be lost
I won’t be covered up ever again
I won’t be gone forever
The noise it makes
The noise it makes
The noise it makes
It always scrapes
The plume of smoke is signaling us along
Inside the trees we all stand naked and dead
We are not alone (just inches apart)
Hanging by a thread choking
We are now numb
Numb