Tethered the light of the moon
Gathering embers you wade through the twilight
Waiting for the morning to come
Shepherding banshees you pine, for the eye of the storm

Comfort in the arms of the void
Following the wake left by the weight of the sword
Mountains buried below
Levying the lightning you burn, for the eye of the storm

Staring at the ashes below
Lungs christened by the smell of the fire
Morning didn't come
Leveraging the mountain to find, you are one with the storm