Tides of glass return to ash,
In the dawn, we follow the path away from the sun.
Shadows cast in wake of the past,
Reaching out, into the dark and out of the light.
Crawling underneath our feet,
A river running black and green,
From the heart of the gallows tree,
Where the future and our fate,
Will bleed into the world below.
Stone to bear, the mountain stairs,
In the night, we dance with the devils,
And dine with the snakes.
The dead will stare in joy and despair,
Rising up, away from the earth, into the clouds.
From the eye of the Graeae we stole,
A truth that we can't unknow,
Spinning on the threads they sew in a river,
Of the tears that flow into the world below.
Over, under, threads of fate,
Weaving patterns, soon and late.
As in this life, so in all things,
The end result, he action brings.
The fates will divide into three,
A sight that we can't unsee,
We're falling to out hands and knees,
As the past and the future,
Bleed into the world below.