Condor Tongue - Oathbreaker

On the day of my silence

The galling past broadens

My thoughts

A shred of hope in my skin

The consuming cave must be filled

Idle seashore of the mind

The bad moon rises

And I close my eyes

When received the cursed scorn

These flaws are deemed

The howling wind blows

And the lucent lands are glowing

Glow below me

Glow you give me

Idle seashore of the mind

The bad moon rises and I close my eyes

The vulture sings my last song

The lucent moon

Glows now tonight

The hounds howl

Their goodbyes tonight

And i am nearly there