A wind carries your scent
To those who will find you out
A storm forces you down
To seek shelter from the rain
Your trail leads to a mine of cyanide and gold
A free falling darkness leads you to yourself
I am low to the ground again
I have the future bearing on down
I run with the starlight to the end
The tail of the echo subsides
(Now oath breaker sinks low x2)
So I crawl through the hailstones
My eyes fixed on my return
(Now oath breaker sinks low x2)
Time brings them all home
To the eye of every storm
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