A call to the Mother, mistress of the fall A strange taste of other visions from another world So, I look for my Father, I'm scared and all alone, alone The steam and the sulphur rising from a distant hole The tree and the serpent beckoning another whore So, I call to my Father, When will you return? It's the dawn of a future already told And he holds on to the answers in a void Fog in the distance, a tower made of stone The words that guide us promise of a life reborn So, I pray for my Brother whose face I can't recall It's the dawn of a future already told And he holds on to the answers in a void I dream of thunder, I dream of rain and snow I grieve for Lunar, forever etched in stone The journey we've taken is a sea of death and blood It's the dawn of a future already told And he holds on to the answers in a void