Wake

Sever, no more Hope, it is stark I'll leave you no mark Or trouble in the dark Awakes us all now The hands that cover ours I saw it from the start A creature in parts An aching too strong Moving in time Losing my stride A beacon to remind Lover of mine Simmers inside A shivering tide To find our own lines Escape and then find A break and it's gone I am golden, I am gone I am the fallen wandering son Rest now brother Carry on Gracious Alder Wakes us all now Naked in the morn Hands in the dirt Habits in the bone Faster, never known I saw it from the start A creature in parts I've known for too long I am golden, I am gone I am the fallen wandering son Rest now brother Carry on