Oversoul - Words Of Farewell

So in the scarlet of morning skies

In the shimmering of the pond’s ice

And in the puddles on the sunken road

We wait for someone truthful to despise

Something wild opened its eyes

So in the trunks of trees

In the shadows of the leaves

And in the bottom of the well

In the twilight of the eves

Something evanescent began to breathe

We keep perdition at bay

For it forces our hand in anger

Whispering death to all living things

So in the murmur of the river

In the coming of each cold shiver

And with the fall of a single drop of rain

We wait for someone who shall our spirit deliver

Only to see it wither

So at the foot of greenish hill

In the hollows of the abandoned mill

And in the gust over wavy grass

In each stroke of the quill

I begin to find my vivacious will

We keep perdition at bay

For it forces our hand in anger

Whispering death to all living things

Experience the throes of passion

As he is the adversary who seeks virtue in determination

Henceforth I serve thee no more

Soon to depart from this life

Whispering death to all living things