Cult Of Luna & Julie Christmas - The Wreck Of S.S. Needle

Natt, varje natt skiftar färg öppnar sig. Flyter bort bort från allt, ekar tomt överallt. Natt, varje natt längre bort längre ut öppet hav, utan ljud tiden går tidens slut. Lights, lights go out, sky grows dark, endless nights. Looking up, reaching out, passing through and moving on. Close, getting close, hard to breath, getting cold. I can’t speak, out of time, close my eyes, one last beat. I run, momentum gained, slowly the dawn is raised. Light transforms into a solid red, red as the blood and red as the lie, I crack the surface and continue on. Waves form in every direction to find their home!