I can see the end is near
But I have nothing left to fear
Whatever comes approaching
Whatever words they're preaching
Ahead is the crystal door
The pages that you tore
And above the sea we'll sail
We'll sink and leave no trails
I see your crimson eyes in the horizon
The blistering, blinding light, it is your vision
The breeze will set us free
We're just branches of a tree
Kindling like a coal
Mourning is our soul
The howling of a hall
The cracks within our wall
The long road is concluding
The tidal is receding
