With the shimmering sea, sea of troubles around me,
With the sun for a lover and a bare bodkin of song in hand,
I run for cover from ash rains yet to come,
I run on my own - Rather the ills we have -
From the colorless plague that blows smugly across this land.
With the sun’s hand in mine - And we hide together,
Touching, laughing, omniscient - Like lovers’ eyes.
We’ve discovered a country where all travelers remain,
A secret beach of our own that might our quietus make
Should they etch the whole world into a Weber deathscape again.
Like buried love,
I run -
from those around me.
from Sun of the Dead
released November 5, 2013
Vocals by Ayelet Rose Gottlieb
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