Sufferer's Years - Down

One two three come

Dark of December

Lying with wraith of the dying times

Cries in unison sing

With the sufferer's breathing spoil

Match that fleeting's toil

And catch the fleeing soul

And open the gatefold graves

I hate this time of year

A recall of long gone names

I say I hate this time of year

Through the suffering all

Stark doom impendor

Draught in home and tomb entwine

I say cries in unison sing

With the sufferer's heaving lull

Match that beating's toll

And Catch the fleeing soul

Falling from an attic

Helped to feet dead

Falling from an attic

Helped to feet dead

A seach want to fact you

Dark of December

Rattle shrunken over glazing eyes

I say cries in unison sing

With the sufferer's breathing spoil

Match that fleeting toil

And Catch the fleeing soul

If you can soul

Open the gatefold graves

I say I hate this time of year

To visit the ghosted names

Cause I hate this time of year

Through the suffering all

Cause I hate this time of year

Through the suffering all

I say I hate this time of year

Through the suffering all

Falling from an attic

Helped to feet dead

Falling from an attic

Helped to feet dead

Cries in unison sing

Years count

Years count

Years count

Years count