From the recording A Synth of Treason
Lyrics
On rise, solitude
My divide to concur you
Well I can’t stop till the rivers aren’t moving
Well I can’t stop till oceans are drooling
Glory lies an empty warning
Giving time a shorter story
Holy eyes, the skies are falling
Here tonight, there is no dawning
Oh your side, marveled hue
Concubine or substitute?
Well I can’t stop till the rivers aren’t moving
Well I can’t stop till oceans are drooling
Glory lies an empty warning
Giving time a shorter story for
Holy eyes, the skies are falling
Here tonight, there is no dawning