Lyrics The gathering of black moths Swallow The Sun

The gathering of black moths

Hell is here where storms are drawing near,
we are black moths separated from the core.
Chased away into the night to the farthest shore
where storms rip our wings apart.

We circle around the flame,
holding on to the light of Hell
that glows for us.

In our name of pain and betrayal,
this is our home on the farthest shore
where the bells toll fear.

We are the black moths
circling around the flame.

The distant lighthouse in the raging storm,
the glow of the safe harbour we will never reach.
Like a compass without the north we are lost,
ever changing course from home, forever lost.

For our sins we are cursed to stay here,
for all the wings we left behind burned and broken.
Now the ones to hold the blackest ones!

On our backs they keep us alive
in this world of the dead
but not to be remembered,
only in all evil.

We are the black moths
circling around the flame.

For a thousand years of suffering,
a price from the life we left behind.
Thrown into the loneliness of this last shore.

From the life all promises
into the abyss of souls parted.

We are the black moths separated from the core,
chased away into the night to the farthest shore
where storms rip our wings apart.

And the calm is only to remind
us of our black hearts,
the one that beats no more
won't hurt anyone evermore.

Now I am finally home where I belong.
Flying into the flame of Hell
every night just before the sunrise.

To burn to ashes just to form again
for a new night of suffering,
to remain what I was, the evil
again and again...