Tethered the light of the moon Gathering embers you wade through the twilight Waiting for the morning to come Shepherding banshees you pine For the eye of the storm Comfort in the arms of the void Following the wake left by the weight of the sword Mountains buried below Levying the lightning you burn For the eye of the storm Staring at the ashes below Lungs christened by the smell of the fire Morning didn't come Leveraging the mountain to find You are one with the storm