Vacant Songtext
von Ancient Thrones

This jagged swarm of sand
Wilted melting bones
Depleting toward fluidity
Flowing, scattered, vanishing


In the bright distance
A vibrant clearing
Blowing grass smirk
Inside a dancing garden
Hand in hand framed still
The foundation of another
A replication taking form
Mere witness to an iteration

A light so gracious
You paint my eyes
Empty, sealed, closed
Now where I need to stay
Becomes the grave I chose