Cult Of Luna - The Watchtower

Through times I thought of what we created For greater causes that brought us down to this The ground is shaking from all the people below One thing I've learned from this is, What you reap is what you sow In elderly forms and surroundings In the flesh of spirits incarnated They are here for the hate forgotten A rearview mirror to all lost souls A slow burn shattered the field Pain through body fire drained vein Walk down to the watchtower And with the right kind of eyes See waves roll in and over Never could you see the watermark Man marches through the rust and dust The burning fields will soon be ashes Bodies woven in smoke and skin And clouds descend to the sea I see the bonds that tie belief For this I choose to sink Walk down to the watchtower And with the obscure shapes See smoke roll in and over Never will we see the lights