11.Ascending The White Mountain
The sound of drums and rising horns pressed on our backs ／ we've
moved through
sand against a wind that carries nothing ／ my words must be
meaningless against
your breath ／ show me your celestial face and let me judge thee
／ you are
what's wrong with us ／ you are the blight ／ you are the ruin in
all of us ／ you
are the stealer of hearts ／ gaping breaths ／ and tear-soaked
smiles ／ you are
the ruin in all of us ／ my words must be meaningless against her
breath ／ if I
could I'd gladly stray from my path of oblivion ／ the brimstone
／ the fiery
lake ／ the pit of sin ／ the brimstone ／ the fiery lake ／ that
hails within ／ I
would climb up ／ from the abyss ／ to stare back into her eyes ／
and scream ／
farewell sweet wounded night ／ let the fog surround thee＊
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