Hanging Garden - Ash And Dust

Carry me Oh noble wind, my ally My ashes, a squall of memory Through these barren meadows of death Monochrome scenery It basks in man’s passing Our desolate wake A deserted abode A deformed burial mound No monuments of this victory A lamentation out of bounds Oh storm, arise and wake me For here remains but ash and dust You wail as if in agony Let us flee this shore, reach the primal sea A deserted abode A deformed burial mound Abandoned and devoid Here raging storms prevail Dissonant and proud