The Moth Gatherer - Pale Explosion

The air is getting thinner The long walk is getting to an end Nothing we do will keep the fires alive Nothing we do will last Elysium shines Blood and broken nails will be washed away by the rain In vain we try to carve something eternal into the mountains Jars filled with fireflies and ire Such a fragile light to guide us The ignorant will fail to see the path Fumbling, screaming and fighting Jar after jar breaks into darkness The fireflies leaves, the spleen stays Everything we love we leave behind Dead grasp Light’s out I behold the broken world A storm rides the sky Pale explosions illuminates the time The age of violence is upon us