Cult of Luna

Approaching Transition from Mariner

Natt varje natt Skiftar färg Öppnar sig Flyter bort Bort från allt Ekar tomt överallt Natt varje natt Längre bort Längre ut Öppet hav Utan ljud Tiden går Tidens Slut Lights, lights go out Sky grows dark Endless nights Looking up Reaching out Passing through Moving on Close getting close Hard to breath Getting cold I can’t speak Out of time Close my eyes One last beat I run Momentum gained Slowly the dawn is raised Light transforms into a solid red Red as the blood Red as the lie I crack the surface and continue on Waves form in every direction To find their home