Weathering 歌词

Oh solar fume, may we drift never further And come never closer We, the parched land aching for a drink In the fallow dew we would have followed you But for the rain refusing to fall When we're cast from the shores and left to the drought Tossed in the currents of venomous thought Eyes shut, teeth clenched Straining against the changes Scying and searching the signs of the skies A glyph in the grass, a rune in the wood Facing the storm within Finding the courage to breath Souls pour molten in the crucible Where stars flicker and die in the glint of our eyes Strength hard won, memories lost The waried road far from home The long arm of spiral coiling within To weather the storm again To weather the storm within