A Map of Dead Stars Lyrics

We cannot cross for the sun or the cold.
In perpetual dawn we have crawled.

The scribes of the ancients do guide us along.
We Live by the old tongue and follow dead stars,
adrift in dark distances, and measuring time by the moon.

In the past lay, as always, a red sun.
Count out the ages as our tenth father before;
adrift in dark distances, and measuring time by the moon.

We gather and wait for the tides to melt away.
We are awash in a soft light. We are the clouds gone grey.
There comes a tremor as of strangers in the distance.
There comes a tremor as of strangers who were never there before.

O, lossless bliss, whose mangled will not to survive
quite so much as the rest,
does take a scorned and withered hand
to watch it go free as it sifts through the loss itself.

Such vapours & apparitions,
meandering from whence they were poured,
on a sphere not unlike your own, adrift in black distances.
We move with the dawn; here torn asunder and there left to rot.

We cannot cross for the sun or the cold.
Those who are left cling to the dawn,
adrift in black distances, and measuring time by the moon.