A wind carries your scent

To those who will find you out

A storm forces you down

To seek shelter from the rain



Your trail leads to a mine of cyanide and gold

A free falling darkness leads you to yourself



I am low to the ground again

I have the future bearing on down

I run with the starlight to the end

The tail of the echo subsides



(Now oath breaker sinks low x2) 



So I crawl through the hailstones

My eyes fixed on my return



(Now oath breaker sinks low x2)



Time brings them all home

To the eye of every storm