Minsk - Pisgah текст песни

Faces pressed against the earth tonight
Acknowledgement of the terrors inside
Facing the self effacing the self
This frigid place within me today
Dissolution embraces the eternal rest
As resentment's bride slides the blade into my side
As we lay prone to the recollections at these happenstantial alters
All forgiven yet cast as fodder where skies have turned from blue to grey