Ire - Oddland

Far, where dawn never ends

Away, are echoes the old lady sings

Crying that years

Years I’ve been trapped in this cave

Inside, a candle consumed by its flame

And all of the repenting words aside

I desire to hurt you

Desert the world you belong to

In the forest where I lay

My hungry heart

My mellow mind

All my thoughts

They’re weak in kind

They’re dreams

Red is the mountain of mice

Rotten on the hour of demise

The pile, it resembles a crown

And every roaring squel

Is shame in disguise

Coming clear

And all that you wished for

Is becoming right now

Still it stays, in troubling ways

The ire

Far, where dawn never ends

Away, the old lady sings

For years I’ve been trapped in this cave

A candle consumed by its flame