Testo Sweet Voices

Right before the daylight
Has finally passed it's time
Rises now a stricken voice
Begins its secret rhyme

A hunger so obsolete
Full of strange desire
A yearning beyond the grave This night is to be dire

You're seeking me
Behind my eyes
You see me
And I say
What is in my face
What is on my mind

Whisper now your wishing well
In a state of false denial
To a kind of makeshift hell
This night belongs the dyer

You're seeking me And I freeze
You see me
And I fear
What is in my face
What is on my mind
Oh, what is on my mind

I hear them calling
Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet voices
Voices, voices of death