Tempest - Golden Apes

I’m hunting my world, til I stand still

For recalling the day, for reclaiming a breath

I’m hunting myself, til I stand still

To remind me of life and to steal me a word

And I call the tempest, the deep and honest, to lead me back

And I call the tempest, the circling conquest, to blur the track

I’m hunting my world, til I stand still

For objecting the skies, for regaining a state

I’m hunting myelf, til I stand still

To spit ruth in a face and to burn the remains

And I call the tempest, the brawling harvest, to reap a dread

And I call the tempest, the riot in my chest, to clean a head

And I am hunting…

I’m hunting my world, til I stand still

For renouncing a shape, for returning a rage

I’m hunting myself, til worlds stand still

To get taste of a will and to break all the shells

And I call the tempest…