Alda - A Distant Fire

Where silence speaks and venom sleeps
The eyes are cast to distant shores
where the wind and stone
meet the wing and bone
above the strife and pain
of this great divide
this phantom light that burns
shall carve out the path
of the lives we lead
and the death we seek

Our trails lance through clouds of ash
where trees are burned to their core, fields to their stalks
our vision uncertain, our fate unwritten
before the distant glow of devastation

At first light we pass through the shattered stones
past fading memories of ascension
the mountains behind us held in embers
our paths shall lead us into the glow