Rain - Hanging Garden

A song from bygone days

A haunting tune in the back of the mind

Sing with the damned, oh rising tide

For the stars are aligned on the clearest sky

A song from belated morns

Daunting moons, forever behind

This night the sky became the sea

Beating soil and the soul torn asunder

Who should dare to tread under darkest clouds

Slick and tarnished with the taste of demise

Tainted water pours from the ages past

Running through these fingers battered and worn to the bone

Diluted with the shadows of wasted days

Frozen it hovers to the broken ground