Weeping Hermione Lyrics

And the air here smells like a lost childhood
spent aligning sticks by the seaside
burning wet matches as our life fades
into the embrace of an ember dawn

My molt is ready
the disgusting shell that binds me
falls crashing as a broken glass
it continues to reflect
echoes of a past that I reject
while everything rejoices in light

Frost - fragrant and moist
already rising in spirals of smoke
a ritualistic dance of grace
I’m lost in its embrace
The race of tomorrow
will dance at his own pace

My roots penetrate
deep into the memories of yesterday
my branches stretching out
toward the newborn sun

And after all I see
my corpse is rotting down below
I’m flashing lights upon the sky