Whispers Through the Aether

The joyous celebration of the end of the world
Harvesting souls from
Every corner of the earth
O, can toy hear the children cry
Fall to the ground in a made-up trance, yeah!

Dropping all defences
Abandoning the self
Pursuing the fleeting nearness of god
Still they fail to realise

That we're born for the solid earth
Seedlings from dust and dirt
Empty vessels, rotten snags
Drowning in our holy water

From depths they have called three
With ravenous hunger for heaven
But with greater fear and trembling
That seizes them unto the ends of the earth

Praying to a ghost long dead
Trivial whispers through the aether
Buried voices, swallowed tongues
The echo dies in timelessness
Come, drink deep in the white night
Watch all their heroes drown
In death, in the sea of his name
In search for someone else's light

As they dance through the heaven's gate
All their failures pass before our eyes
The sky gets darker, there's no one to save them
The weight of oceans accumulates