Mountain Throne

This soil is rich with blood and tears Deprived of sleep we stumble on A tribe of monks mad with our fears To contemplate what's dead and gone Relax into extinction Lay down your head at last The path is set - rip off the mask they made you wear Confront the void - a bag of bones lost in a demons lair See your tears flowing down towards the earth Give up control - remember the name before your birth Relax into extinction Lay down your head at last Sit down with the ghosts of the mountain Claim your throne!