Torn from the Abzu - Putrevore

I will ride again Beyond the moon wandering In the land of the dead I am a king Of these negative forces Reclaim the earth and burn down the heavens A god who

Dark clouds cover the sky blocking the pale illusive moonlight A false feeling of protection from that Which obscures the perceptional reality But am I not read

Now time stands still Despite our withering world I am enchanted by the nocturnal winds Still in the empitiness and silence Heart beating in time To the rhythm

So we'll go no more a-roving So late into the night Though the heart be still as loving And the moon be still as bright For the sword outwears its sheath And th