Alda - Forlorn Peaks

Malice guides the blind, shepherding the fall
of all we build and all we leave behind
what rests in hand is surely cast away
to blight the heatth and pave an ashen road
below the moutains

Refuse upon ruins, our thoughts become debris
these paths we write have twisted into knots
choking out the growth and scortching out the roots
the soot and smoke shall veil ascending trails
above our world

Stone, flesh and wood are bound together
with fire to cleave their form and shape their nature
changed by the water flowing downstream
from glacial heights to whom we labor

Nothing comes to pass as it was, nor how it's dreamed to be
yet still we climb through the blackened veil
that wreath the mountainslopes and cloaks forgotten graves
whose unknowing hope and striving lie in wait

No comfort is found in the heights we reach
in ascension, past our pain
and from the ruthless crest the vastness fills our eyes
as callous as the past, as empty as the skies
chaos churns, rising with the wind
horizons are laid bare
from peaks forlorn we descend again
as the glow of distant flames breach the dawn