Paroles de Release The River

Disfigured bastions tower high Dwell so far beyond the kingdom of the grave Tanked aloft in the emerald seas To molder away From the cinders to the arc Dread will dissipate along with shape Thrones rebuilt on broken ground In your wake, headlong into beyond Shepherded to the other side (within you now) Meshed by mildew and mothered by the trees Convoy of the earthly realms (I see it now) Soul surrendered to the timbered bough