Taken from the poem Luke Havergal by Edwin Arlington Robinson
lyrics
The leaves will whisper there for her,
Like flying words, will strike you as they fall;
But go, and if you listen, she will call.
There where the vines cling crimson on the wall,
And in the twilight wait for what will come.
No, there is not a dawn in the eastern skies
to rift the fiery night that's in your eyes;
Where western glooms are gathering
the dark will end the dark.
There are the crimson leaves upon the wall,
Go, for the winds are tearing them away,
Nor think to riddle the dead words they say,
There where the vines cling.
There where the vines cling crimson on the wall,
And in the twighlight wait for what will come.
Waiting for half of paradise.
Yes, there is yet one way to where she is.
The leaves will whisper there for her,
Like flying words, will strike you as they fall;
But go, and if you listen, she will call.
Scorching black metal from Houston, featuring members of Night Cobra, Oceans of Slumber, Venomous Maximus, and more. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 7, 2023