Born from the Serpent's Eye - Wolves In The Throne Room

Lend me your falcon skin

Sky traveler

Eyes turned upwards

Red eggs spill

Warships circle

Copper shields bedeck

Across the green meadows

Over the river teeming with spears

To the lake of stone

Where nothing lives and nothing grows

The many worlds below

Ungulate with memory and sadness

Through fathoms of green gilt enfolding

Sanden glider av mina händer

Jag söker ett andetag

Se på den stjärnan

Se på det ljuset

Se på mitt hjärta, kallt och mörkt

Bort från allt ljus, söker sig vattnet

Ner in i djupet, ut i ett hav

Noose tightens, hammer falls

Thunderheads mount the shore

Drenching twin rivers

Born from the serpent’s eye