The Withering Mountain Songtext
von Earthmark

Those times of pure release
Are just fleeting relapses of peace
You know, the kind that drops you to your knees?
And claims; "if you must take a soul then just know that you can take me"
Are we sure it′s still there?
Has it ever felt artificial?
Have we lied when our eyes were sincere?
Has our pride ever been so belittled?
It drives me to drink, cause it thrives on the way that I think
You know the mind is a terrible terrible thing
To waste at the glimpse of your own red hand suffering


We expect what we were promised
The touch that turns to gold
We stifled all our progress
With a casting of a stone
You may think we have forgotten
What built this blood and bone
We feel into horizons
Truly never alone

We've gathered under hands of the invisible herder
We′ve discovered dark intent within the eyes of our deserter
We've gathered under hands of the invisible herder
We've discovered dark intent within the eyes

I am the wind and I am the mountain that it withers away
I am the skin and I am the spirit that flows through its veins
I am the sinner and I am the savior that will show him the way
So show me the way