The years has carved your skin
Ingrained your strides, burst your heart
So near, but still too far to reach
Wooden arms would never feel beauty
They just turned to grey in this longest fall
Leaves you lost, cloak the path, that divided one heart
Their shells will be our plunder
Fall to break the season
These are the last steps of our elder kingdom
Winters cold chains the vital crown of grace
Their marks has turned to dust
Born new and turn the soil to stone
As centuries forgot our grief
Oath on our lips are the ivy around our neck
Which carries the plague and spits its own beauty
A loss of words, a dance in motionless
Their shells will be our plunder
Fall to break the season
These are the last steps of our elder kingdom
Winters cold chains the vital crown of grace
See there, the pride is falling
Above from the roaring of the stars
Two shells, but one heart
Not envy could cover their love
There we stand for aeons, rusted by the autumn sun
Fall to understand, the death waits in our groves
Their shells will be our plunder
Fall to break the season
These are the last steps of our elder kingdom
Winters cold chains the vital crown of grace