The crows were watchin'
Takin' in the scene
Blackened holes for eyes that tear the spirit to the spleen
Oh he knew that all was lost as his limbs began to cave
He reached a speed so quick just as his will, it all but gave
Run, run, run now, as fast as you can
The snow, it isn't kind to those who lay hope in this land
Find
My
Sight
Find my sight
Closely follow a crooked path
Interweaving until I collapse
Trust my heart with a blinded lens
In a twisted reflection of how it ends
Your blood, fresh drawn intoxication
Like wine from a fount for my desire
You have never known this
Barren land of bitter frost your
Brittle throat at any cost is
My reward after
Years deprived on the
Highest cliff face
Spineless morsels lose the fight
Fight
Flight
Fight
Fight or flight
You hear me
Nowhere left for you to hide
You coward
I can smell your fear
The ground below me is erupting like the home I left behind
There is no spirit who could give me back the home that once was mine
I tried to reach the sun
But all I touched were your burning bones
What I wouldn't give to just
Survive
Never has a place been so close and yet so far
If you were here, maybe all would be still just for a moment
You'd remind me of the gentle breeze in the trees that brought us here
You would tell me to pick up my feet and
Run
