The fire doesn't burn
Water, my body can't be seen
The faceless ones eat the slender ribs
And our names are forgotten
The air is lucid, clean
We are soon to witness the death of the day
Gray clouds called us
We are soon to witness the death of the day
Two Men, two Graves, one Lake
My hand tremble
The faceless ones took my ailing will
With their broken glass and wind
Let me dispel our blood
And be devoured
By our misrule divine
The Circle of mountains has the answer
No Life, no Death
Just ablaze in the wounds of my hand
The Circle of mountains has the dagger
No nose, no eyes, no mouth
Come to cut the tongue
...
The Circle of mountains has the answer
No Life, no Death
Just ablaze in the wounds of my hand
The Circle of mountains has the dagger
No nose, no eyes, no mouth
Come to cut the tongue
...
Kneeling on the shore of the darkest deep
The mud covers my hands
Reflection has left me forever
I've been called again
But I can't recall my name
This is your lake
Where you belong