The Tree And The Serpent

A call to the Mother, mistress of the fall
A strange taste of other visions from another world
So, I look for my Father, I'm scared and all alone, alone

The steam and the sulphur rising from a distant hole
The tree and the serpent beckoning another whore
So, I call to my Father “When will you return?”

It’s the dawn of a future already told
And he holds on to the answers in a void

Fog in the distance, a tower made of stone
The words that guide us promise of a life reborn
So, I pray for my Brother whose face I can't recall

It's the dawn of a future already told
And he holds on to the answers in a void

I dream of thunder, I dream of rain and snow
I grieve for Lunar, forever etched in stone
The journey we’ve taken is a sea of death and blood

It's the dawn of a future already told
And he holds on to the answers in a void