Turgid calls the winter charge

True adventures of awaking hearts

Nights are overwhelmed by gloom

We will see foxes in the moon


Valleys drop, mountains rise

Lift your head, brave the skies

All of the forgotten names

Lakes are forming on the pockets of your brain


And there in the distant glow

A shadow on shadow

At once so strong and weak

In the sunken lines they speak


You think it's gone, my friend

But it comes back again


Senescence or senility

How long until you sleep?

Discarded for all it's worth

Now it's quiet under this fresh earth


Valleys drop, mountains rise

Lift your head, brave the skies


You think it's gone, my friend

But it comes back again


And there is a final cry

A whimper and a sigh

And what was fast is slow

And what was brass is gold


Valleys drop, mountains rise

Lift your head, brave the skies


You think it's gone, my friend

But it comes back again


You think it's gone, my friend

But it comes back again