Alda piosenki

Though I dissolve I am not afraid For from whence we came We shall return My waters are one with this There is no separation My waters are one with this There is no separation I am the ocean I rise and fall This suffering Sleeps within me I am the ocean My...

Animis Ex Nihilo In rapturous fury Tearing us apart, stripping the flesh from the bone Ascending through darkness Returning to form again Ashes rise high from this storm Of life and death We cry out for the death of our mother Wolfs paw, Crows ey...

The firmament tears, transmuting terror into rage Overcome and cast aside... this body of shorn limbs And torn veins... Gazing into the well of memory We saw mountains in our bones And rivers in out blood From the forest to our flesh, a mirror Of granite, ced...

Passage If the dam were to break... before the forest withers! If we were to find our way... before the rivers run dry! Unchain the waters Let your Northstars pierce the wrath and the ruin to be an axis and an anchor for the seasons fording the cu...

Fear enshrouds us, scattering all of our memories And we have become the insatiable hunger Coiled around our roots We are but dust We are but water Wandering this ravaged land In the shadow of the mountain 

Oh we of empty hands... Oh we children of calamity... How could we have known That it would have come to this? We are overcome in the wake of your passing Struggling forms sifting Through shadows, searching Many are the voices of the dead, The severed kin for...

The Clearcut Our hearts will ring hollow in the silence of the clearcut where our hungry ghosts stalk the scalped hills and we'll find no sign on these slopes and fields nor in the fate we have written in the scars of the land Land-Drinker! your tr...

This has become the weight of all This is the precipice, the breaking of the spirit This is the weight of fate Carried into the ocean of chaos In the waning light we bloom In the bitterness of mourning We release this pain Safe passage to you, our friend Tho...

Weathering Oh solar fume, may we drift never further and come never closer We, the parched land aching for a drink In the fallow dew we would have followed you but for the rain refusing to fall when we're cast from the shores and left to the drought...