Coffins of November

Tides of October washed over me again
Like a choir of whispers that wakes in me as the dark arrives
Year after year, building my black coffins under falling leaves
With rusted nails, among the rusted trees
And I cannot hide

These chariots of flames and shades that light the night, I cannot hide!
These thoughts that broke the silence, like thunder in my mind
My hands of demons and words of saints
In the end they all will remember
As I ride this madness and drag these coffins
These coffins of November

Like an echo in this valley that I walk, I chant out the weakness
Like a cathedral of souls so lost, my heart always reminds me
Of those piercing eyes like diamonds, like dying embers in the night
When I lay down with my ghosts, who drag me away from the light

These chariots of flames and shades that light the night, I cannot hide!
These thoughts that broke the silence, like thunder in my mind
My hands of demons and words of saints
In the end they all will remember
As I ride this madness and drag these coffins
These coffins of November

Raindrops on my shallow grave, where I listen still and quiet
Scared to breathe and wake those thoughts
To wake the curse in, me again

These coffins in the woods
These wooden sanctuaries from the world
I can’t hide any longer, from this coming darkness
This killing season of the mind
This killing season of the mind

The dark that flames the fires in my eyes
Is the light that guides me through the night
I build these walls to save them
Tonight I count these coffins, five caskets open wide