Ethereal Gloom Lyrics - The New York Room

the funeral drum beats on 

when all the feeling is gone 

the curse that you have laid 

these mortal hands have made 

the burning sun will lie 

against the shapeless sky 

then buried in the sand 

buried by your hands 

we will stand in heavens fire 

in flames, eternal flames 

this doom, ethereal gloom 

come into this cage, come into this rage 

come into this fate, come into this hate 

come into this room, come into this gloom 

these mortal hands, this mortal skin 

these mortal thoughts, this mortal sin 

repeat it twice: 

"your words my sacrifice" 

and fall down on your knees 

to cleanse of this disease 

the breaking moments pass 

your body is free at last 

your spirit rises high 

into the shapeless sky