Final Cry - The Beckoning Silence

Wind the purple pennant around the iron stake.
Pull the rough belt tighter cross the frozen lake.

Bow to the white silence - Adore the icy shrine.
A hail of stones comes over - All covering the spine.

We made a golden promise and swore we never part
The hymns sung to our glory will melt the hidden heart.
A rusted nail will hold us and bond us to the end
And even if we fall together we will stand.

Together to the holy heights – down to the icy cold
From eagle flight – to pits below
Heroic tales are told.

The rope connects our navel - Pumping the noblest blood.
A bite into the knuckle - That will untie the knot.

Smell the blue lavender - And stray through marble fields
Shattered in the canyons - The diamond shine reveals.

A storm will come, the rope will break
The oath of gorge is done.
Cold bodies swing in roaring winds
The covenant will last.