Frailty Letra

Over my widow still
And to the glass it cries
Of the bitter cold outside

I seek the words and find myself
A work of frail mockery

The moon I warn her because
The night's pitiful, dark despair

Chorus:

Wilting life is why they come to you
Drowning in their raining eyes
Feeding silently off your contempt

Verse 2:

The moonlight unfurls
Over my widow still
And to the glass it cries
Of the bitter cold outside

Again I seek their words and find myself
Forever at their disdain

Hadn't I warned her beware
The night's pitiful, dark despair

Chorus (X2)

Wilting life is why they come to you
Drowning in their raining eyes
Feeding silently off your contempt