Letra de Lichen

Bones bleached white, obscuring the fields Hooven birds descend and the tundra cracks wide open The northlands haunt our frozen thoughts There can be no thaw Spreading its venom, corrupting the soil Burying deep, crawling through stone, falling mountains Cataract eyes clouding vacant faces Bodies in arrays, alters overflowing Albino hands tug at permafrost Winged men ascend as the tundra cracks wide open Frozen thrones crumble Beneath a stampede of elk Marching upright as men, Ice hands from Cartilage crowns There can be no thaw