Courtney Swain - Hekla

HEKLA Black triangle spears the mist Congealing in and out of lore. There's nothing left on the scarred ground, All painted ash in this empty field. Angry red torrents Wiping clear all in its path. I'll be here 'til the end Worshipping the slopes. Watch it dominate the landscape Even the wind treads lightly, Silence ringing in our ears Waking the whispers In broad daylight. A doomed servant with no front or back, An incoherent dragon foaming at the mouth. There's no one left to howl or gasp, So I'm kicking 'round the blame in this empty field. Oh Hekla, Are you smiling or just scowling Or just a pile of rocks, I'm skeptical but not faint hearted. Dominate the landscape Even the wind treads lightly, Silence ringing in our ears Waking the whispers... We watch it dominate Silence ringing in our ears Waking the whispers In broad daylight.