Lunar Pendulum - Netherbird

Tear the fabric of the night

As crimson fingers sear

Come chime the bells from every earthly belfry

For this dynasty of dreams

With splendour built upon the restless waves

The waves

Our treachery of thought

The heresy of will and aspiration

And know, the truth is cried

From unsung graves and gallows alike

This pinnacle of highs and lows

The pendulum will swing

The shifting tide

From serfs to the elite

All that grows and all that withers

Send your vanguard into my night

Blow your horns of Eden

My storm will sweep all specks of light away

And know, the truth is cried

From unsung graves and gallows alike

This pinnacle of highs and lows

The pendulum will freeze

And oceans rise

The lunar strain of time