Paroles de Judgement, in Fire: I - Garden (of Blooming Ash)

Lungs Full of ash Silence of flames The heat, everything wanes The air clouds and wraps The world in silent ash Wrapped In eyes of thorns The skin that I'd worn I'll wrap My eyes in wrath An endless path I am The blooming ash Take my arms For rain Wash it through In flame The air A looming trail Through ever and past This garden of Floating ash