Marrow کے بول

All these things That have come to pass Emptied well Of times that never last Rhythms speak Sun to winter's call Pouring forth they Beckon to enthrall Burnt clean eyes Reach into our graves Into the scars Of our truth Of life within The stars All these words Are dust within my mind In these times That burn within our sight Yearning to know Deep into the marrow Fall And see When there's no ground To feel To endure Rise in the heart Time will crawl To the sea Time will fall Inside the dream Weathered stone Rivers running deep Flying wings In skies that never sleep Earthly blood Speaking in the stone Bounding calls That want us to believe Cleansing flames Burn into the night Into the scars Of our truth Of life with The stars Restless souls Flickering light Painted in gold Tearing at the seams Needing to feel One true moment Needing to feel Something true