that saves became torrents of water

Deliverance became the lie
Deliverance became the lie
That my thoughts have to chase

The river that saves became torrents of water
Those leave me no choice but to surrender


- Stone Mirrors -

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 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
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...


- The Omen -

Burning are the shores of time
And leave us broken

Another scent of death devours me

We carry the sorrows
With ashes in our hand
Like violent blades
Falling from the sky

The ancient falls
Where the moon used to meet
Death in now their mask

Years made us become ageless
Now in the sound of winds
We walk away

In the eventide
We are burnt form our scars
The shores of time are set ablaze
Are set ablaze...


- Ice Cold Conscience -

Even though the wounds
I had been trusting all
Watching death
Worm (its way) into dreams
That the black veil bides

These shadows caressing my lesions
My ice-cold conscience
Is time's real nature

I have seen so much in their immense eyes
That are being drowned
By the night
I had been trusting all ha an end


- Winter Tides -

Across the high barren moors
Searching for some living
For signs of an early spring
This is the end of all

We evolve in a maze
In every winter
And lose all distinction

Of our fears, of their lies
In the Winter Tides
We let ourselves die

Our visions of hope are endless, in the shelter we create
Now in the winter tides, we let ourselves die

We're falling
We're falling...
In the Winter Tides, we let ourselves die
The gods we are praying
A mantra lost in a river asleep
Another veiled betrayal
What remains is our constant fear
The frost covers our shields
And our visions tremble

We witness the valleys
Embracing each dying leave
One by one, falling
Such a Leitmotiv of final end


- Obsidian -

I don't think I can lift my hand
From this painting so gray
Where every path leads to pain
Where an eternal night steals every shape

At my feet
Lie the wounds
The dismal stones
Will the mist be my shield
In the places where I can't see

Fall, obsidian night
Fall and devour me

Fall obsidian night
Fall and devour me
Fall obsidian night
Leave your wide shadows on me