Herr Bertling.

Like moths to flame

Weil’s zum Abend / zur Nacht passt:

Thrice – Like moths to flame

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Once again these bitter herbs
The per­fect com­pli­ment to all your cryptic words
I nod but don’t know what to say, but I know you
And I believe you’re who you say you are so I..

I will follow you, lay down my life
I would die for you, this very night

Once again the bread and wine
But it seems the mea­nings may be deeper still this time
And you sur­prised me when you said I’d fall away, don’t you know me
I could never be ashamed of you, no I…

I’ve never been this cold, the fire’s gra­vity com­pels
Like pla­nets cling to sol, I feel my orbit start to fail
Like moths to flame I come
Too close and all my oaths are burned
As stars begin to run, all my accu­sers take their turn

And cal­ling curses down, from my lips lies like poison spill
And then that awful sound, the sound of pro­phesy ful­filled
And then I met your eyes, and I remember ever­y­thing
And some­thing in me dies, the night that I betrayed my king