Wounds of the Sunken Dawn Lyrics

...and we re-emerge on the other side of light
Scorned and tortured by razor eyed reflections
In the wake of the scorpion sun
Furnace fingers embrace the stained projections
Where kaleidoscope waters once used to run
Black burst of thunder, white flash of death
The earth is shaking from the roar that drowns our breath
Only now do they believe how time poisons the seed
When far above the burning hive the eyes of morning bleed

Once haughty footsteps now drag their own weight inertly
Just to stumble on a ditch deep enough for bones to rot inside undisturbed
...and we lift the veil off the funeral mask of night
But have we really come this far
Just to inter our memoirs in the heart of a sick star?
Among the relics of towers of glass
Rust red sands deface the grave of winters
A cataclysmic resonance to shatter this impasse
A million slits carved by a million splinters

Ghosts of the wind
Poured faint echoes into words
But our voices faltered
And our hands gave way
When woven mists undraped the view

Songs of the stormfields
That blank years forgot
Unite with the silence from here
Deep behind the walls
Where desperate tension wails
Throbs the spark
The dwindling pulse of all we are

Saffron meadows parch
In their silent wake
As we gaze
Gently swallowed by swells of torrential pain

For the first time in countless seasons
We no longer wished to know
For why stride onwards when blazing destinations
Come crashing down to intone the final verse:
We are the end