Luminary gates open wide
Bringing perfection upon the ground
Flood tides with its obsidian eyes
Dead memories scarred the stars
That made these wounds in the depths of the ocean
Like false hopes I silence the fear
The blood of silence
My eternal stream of burden
As the winds crawl to my heart
I'll betray the darkest of waters to unwind
In the waking hours
The judgment is ours
Ours to pass
By the enlightment of ghosts
Creating mist
Disfiguring shapes
Nocturnal light upon a new season
Towards the light at the end I fly
Like a sparrow
With wings of clay
Sun-ashened bones in the ruins of northern shine
I'll divide the day from night
Obsidian tide