Testo Floodlands

At the edge of no return
Waiting for a sign
To leave the world behind

We stood against archaic winds
And we collapsed with the weight of our desire
On our knees we pray for the flood
Night is drawing in
We are far from home
Ice on broken skin
Ashes on the wind

As the ravens paint the sky
Choking out the light
A city of tombs below

A plague of fire and hints of doom
As Mother Earth devours her sons
Breaking in the darkness of the flood

Night is drawing in
We are far from home Ice on broken skin
Ashes on the wind