[Verse 1] On blistered screen of pockmarked veil Torn from face of lonely grail I recall visage that drew a smile On Rorschach blot begrimed in bile Tapped from tumors, tucked in gut Marred, malign and keened corrupt The ink that seared a ragged leer Split pallid skull, yet lent no cheer [Chorus] This winter's eve, where stormwinds cleave Outside...Learn More