Believe the sea high waves upon our coming storm
See the ice in which we craft our souls
Hear the roaring tide as we name a dawn
Earth's frozen cries the dark benight your kind
Skyward from the seasalt air our vision knew a giant fall See the ice in which we craft our souls
Monstruosly the seas rage afar as if to hide from that which nears
Life's frozen cries the dark benight your kind A place of utterness beyond the wilderness
Through a darkened terrain that fades in emptiness.
Walkers of the dust survivors of the blast Hear the roaring tide as we name a dawn
Monstruosly the seas rage afar as if to hide from that which nears
Slowly they move but far behind all time into the solar fall.
Believe the sea high waves upon our coming storm
See the ice in which we craft our souls
Skyward from the seasalt air our vision knew a giant fall
All frozen cries the dark benight your kind
The last sunset flame dust of ice drifts the earth
Lightning plays in depths of no rebirth.
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