Black Blood of the Earth - Wave of Cold

Gliding by in silence
where a distant sun rises
moving into the cloud of dust
motionless and worn-out inside
slowly torn apart

it will take eternity
to liberate
wait through the wave of cold
or fade away

shiny light and drowsy scent
pile of black soot on my hands
I turn my eyes to cliffs of hoar
and watch black waters withdraw
from the shore

of void of your eyes
there's no way out
and all the words
froze in my throat
as you were gone