Cult of Luna

Mute Departure from Vertikal

My waves are resonating towards the unknown, Trapped underneath; Soon I'll break through, I turn to vapour and dissolve, But not in this world, for I am gone. I'll be silent when I leave; When I Leave I'll go out flying. I see them move, far beneath, heading towards the back streets.

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