Through panic and pale redemption
Alongside rivers of filth
We're cleansing the dirt stains
Healing her wounds from our axe, a temper to dread
Oceans will rise and embrace us
The ground will open, swallow us whole
The void and nothing will hold us
Her cold skin, will be complete
Spoiled little hands
Oil and ember
Stitch her back together
A last intervention
The crevice is seen on the pillars of stone
The air to thick to inhale
We're saving the ones who's eternal
Forgetting the flesh
Under the same old sun
Time will pass and temples will fall
Ruins of steel a self righteous cause
A memory restored
Watch the crack
See it all wither away
Birth of life
A notion of death
Her cold skin, will be complete
