1. WINTER TIDE

The echoes, of silence, set the hour.
Gagged in the chains of depression, I fall, I fall away.

Dawn breaks over abandoned harbor, their ropes and chains Gagged to the shore.

The dream of the old boat, oh how I wish to see her.
The ancient battles won and lost, the waves that crashed
Against her body, the brave soldiers last torment, the Eternal Sickness of war.

Still she sailed on, storms battered her hull, the empty Silence of the breeze.
The last battle this ship had one, the mighty groan from the Masts, the sky had Darkened.

The distant dreams of coming melancholy, dawn breaks over Abandoned harbor.
Their ropes and chains gagged to the shore.

Nature overcomes the power of war, controlled since the Dawning of time.

The moon that joyfully draws me, ever closer to the winter Tide.
I never would let go, of the sorrow.


2. PURGE

Bright sky, acrid sky, gently floats by.

The sign of coming birds, spreading their black wings, over The white scorched earth.
Absorbed by celestial light.

Celestial light.

The entrance to the dead palace, covered with gold rays of Sunshine.
The last decaying civilization once left, rotting under the Unbearable sun.

The seas of time have washed us away, where once the land Was dry.
Now standing damp and aroused, the corpses of giant beasts That once lived here.

Once lived here.

The entrance to the dead palace, covered with gold rays of Sunshine.
The last decaying civilization once left, rotting under the Unbearable sun.

Bright sky, acrid sky, gently floats by.