The Nearing Grave

[- feat. Jonas Renkse (Katatonia) -] Call of the grim My nearing grave Earth's cold temple The turning wave Trees abide In the sound of air Jaded soul Are you going my way I came once I heard you sing I came once I saw you Your presence within my love Weight did not bind me Voice from the mire The calling head His mouth of birds Sound in white rain Daybreak Stand clear now Here come the calm overcoming