The Memory Cloud

More about the black years
In the wilderness
The tribe migrates round glacial moonscapes
Driven by success
A certain alpine madness
Transmitted through the meat
At brutal rivals' feet

The shattered blizzard forest conceals
More than you've even dreamed
Against our premonitions
We hide among the winter green
The tiny little flints produce tiny little sparks
In the wolverine dark

We come from the frozen sun
Sons of the chosen ones
And if I should fill the vacuum
We cannot leave, we must remain
Against the hopelessness and pain
To plant the seed, to start again

Pressure in the system
Overloads abundancy
Waiting in the night light
Diminishing necessity
Back into the trees
Back into the seas
Or anywhere we please

We come from the frozen sun
Sons of the chosen ones
And if I should fill the vacuum
We cannot leave, we must remain
Against the hopelessness and pain
To plant the seed, to start again

And if I should fill the vacuum
We cannot leave, we must remain
Against the hopelessness and pain
On this fragile mortal plain
Shoulder on against the stream
To plant the seed, to start again