Eyes face toward the sun
Mounting the empyrean
Everything is all that will remain
Fate is just a word
Striking straight into the nerve
We all cast a shadow of the pain
What is it you want?
Consuming every thought
Consuming all you are
Piercing right into the core
A fallen star to deify
Glowing in the morning light of all demise
Bowing softly toward the end
Staring at the sun hanging in air
Wait for it to fall
Seeing with the eyes of an animal
Backed against the wall
Carrying the voiceless in a hope
And a hope within a sound
Burning down to ash to disappear
Without a trace upon the ground
Staring at the sun hanging in air
Wait for it to fall
Seeing with the eyes of an animal
Backed against the wall
Carrying the voiceless in a hope
And a hope within a sound
Burning down to ash to disappear
Without a trace upon the ground
Embers was produced by Peter Deimel.