Text: Dredg. Of The Room.

White cloth, black napkins, wood chairs, surround me
Wood tables, foggy signs, in front with no lies

Night falls beneath candle light

Cast shadows, incense fragrance
From the corner of the room
Cloudy senses, stale light below, beneath

Night falls beneath candle light
White squalls beneath winter skies

Night falls beneath winter skies
White squalls beneath winter skies

A faceless crowd of elderly beings
Roses sprouting, yellow glow
With sound conscience into the night, beneath

Night falls beneath candle light
White squalls beneath winter skies