A storm of gray ashes lashes my face I watch the sky unreal and pale I witness the dance of clouds Until the tide breaks against the rock Waking up the silence's reign
Where I stand, the skin of the earth Rests now of sand and stone
When the waters turn our memories to stones Where I dance is where we will die The black ashes take me to a timeless sleep In which I fall, like you will too The springs melt in the beat Obsidian walls of larva
Where I dance is where we, where we will die The ashes take me to a timeless sleep In which I fall, like you will too The springs melt in the beat Obsidian walls of larva
Where I stand, we become rust An empty shell, dying on the seaside We are this desolated show This absence of colour
My eyes are veiled by the dust, thick and heavy Stone-faced gaze of the mountain Watching me fight my way Watching me fight my way Through the looming stones And I run...
I run the disembodied woods, the ash coated landscapes They are waiting to take me, but the gray mist will pretend that here, I never was...