Ascending the White Mountain - Young And In The Way

The sound of drums and rising horns pressed on our backs / we’ve moved through

Sand against a wind that carries nothing / my words must be meaningless against

Your breath / show me your celestial face and let me judge thee / you are

What’s wrong with us / you are the blight / you are the ruin in all of us / you

Are the stealer of hearts / gaping breaths / and tear-soaked smiles / you are

The ruin in all of us / my words must be meaningless against her breath / if I

Could I’d gladly stray from my path of oblivion / the brimstone / the fiery

Lake / the pit of sin / the brimstone / the fiery lake / that hails within / I

Would climb up / from the abyss / to stare back into her eyes / and scream /

Farewell sweet wounded night / let the fog surround thee