Midnight Sun - Wormwitch

I wander in the mists of memory

Unseen in faded light

Vibrations in the marrow

Summoned by the ghosts

Forgotten in my blood

I feel cold and disparate

Dragged into wasteland

By the marching of the sun

The fuel of legend boils deep within my soul

Ignite the fire within a living host

I fear what my soul has become

A shallow vessel, malcontent

I am the coldest steel

Shapeless and darkling

Laid down upon the heath

Reforged beneath the midnight sun

I am an ageless face

Passed from blood to blood

And when I touch the Earth

I find that she and I are one

I feel cold and disparate

Dragged into wasteland

By the marching of the sun

The fuel of legend boils deep within my soul

Ignite the fire within a living host

No rift of time will sever roots

Untouched by creeping ice

No apathy

Behind my eyes the past is alive