In my vision is the amber dawn She bows to me, in jest she speaks She has come
We predate the touch and sound The vines that grow through god and goddess Burn with eloquence
Atrophy is calling me My mind is thinking, hands are reaching You look like love to me Offering the dead I keep Defenses burning, city falling As I think, “Welcome home”
In that moment she became the storm Ashes for my memories But still I beg for more
Hunting god to save this hapless flock Save the necklace, save yourself The lion will endure
Atrophy is calling me My mind is thinking, hands are reaching You look like her to me Offering the dead I keep The City’s burning, I am turning As I think, “Welcome home”
Welcome home
Atrophy is calling me My mind is thinking, hands are reaching You look like her to me The City’s burning, I am turning And I think
Entropy is calling me A fire’s reaping, a heart is beating As silent songs repeat Offering my life for peace Love or hate me, I am breaking I can feel you turning from me