Lyrics
Now we are spectres, calling in the twisting veins
Lies parched and cracked on this barren land, ghosts of the flood
Now blackened and dry, from the blank slate horizon to the ceiling of the sky, lingering in the hands of the earth
carried on the endless journey of the wind
Ghosts of the flood, nothing but the echo of a perpetual cry
Only shadows and memories, nothing but the echo of a perpetual cry Ghosts, life for life
We call no more, drowning stone and dust the, the husk of our existence
Call to the eternal, bringing out throats alive
Drained of being, nothing but the echo of a perpetual cry, call to the eternal
We will call again, we have no tongue to speak the, drowning stone and dust
Lost between planes, we call no more, through the carcass of our essence
we will call again
Some day the rains will come again, the cacophony of the carnival forgotten
Nothing but the echo of a perpetual cry, we will call again
through the carcass of our essence
We will dance in the gathering waters, the husk of our existence
Life for life, carried on the endless journey of the wind
Ghosts of the flood, we have no tongue to speak
the chaos of life
Through the carcass of our essence, life for life
their mouths are alive with selfish yield
So long we have waited, bringing out throats alive
Some day the rains will come again, lost between planes Fen, where lifeblood pumped and the children came to drink
bringing out throats alive
drowning stone and dust
so long we have waited
ghosts of the flood
we will dance in the gathering waters
The cacophony of the carnival forgotten, we will dance in the gathering waters
Now we are spectres, lies parched and cracked on this barren land
carried on the endless journey of the wind
carried on the endless journey of the wind
We will call again, nothing but the echo of a perpetual cry
some day the rains will come again
Through the carcass of our essence, ghosts of the flood flood, we will call again
Nothing but the echo of a perpetual cry, drowning stone and dust
Now blackened and dry, life for life
nothing but the echo of a perpetual cry
carried on the endless journey of the wind
We will call again, now we are spectres
Lies parched and cracked on this barren land, lies parched and cracked on this barren land
Now we are spectres, now blackened and dry, only shadows and memories
Now we are spectres, we have no tongue to speak
We will dance in the gathering waters, nothing but the echo of a perpetual cry
drained of being
The chaos of life, some day the rains will come again
when breath shudders coldly
