Wormwitch
Midnight Sun
I wander in the mists of memory
Unseen in faded light
Vibrations in the marrow
Summoned by the ghosts
Forgotten in my blood

I feel cold and disparate
Dragged into wasteland
By the marching of the sun
The fuel of legend boils deep within my soul
Ignite the fire within a living host

I fear what my soul has become
A shallow vessel, malcontent
I am the coldest steel
Shapeless and darkling
Laid down upon the heath
Reforged beneath the midnight sun

I am an ageless face
Passed from blood to blood
And when I touch the Earth
I find that she and I are one

I feel cold and disparate
Dragged into wasteland
By the marching of the sun
The fuel of legend boils deep within my soul
Ignite the fire within a living host

No rift of time will sever roots
Untouched by creeping ice
No apathy
Behind my eyes the past is alive