Through The Collapse - Watchers Restrained - Altar of Plagues

We built our towers in sand

And now they collapse around us

As we fall into the cracks

Nothing shall remain as it once was

Hold on to these falling pillars and resurrect a passion

When silence sleeps to the beat of fists

Bury your head in the sand, and throw you heart to the sea

For your children have no place to grow their bones

Birds are weak as their necks grow thin

Trees no longer stand

And like the soil, we too are made of grain

Like the death of young, it is finality

Assemble the masses at the cliffs

And we shall cast ourselves to the seas

Rain strips the skin from our bones

We fall into the cracks of the earth

Silence

Desolation

Silence

Desolation