I can see the end is near But I have nothing left to fear Whatever comes approaching Whatever words they're preaching Ahead is the crystal door The pages that you tore And above the sea we'll sail We'll sink and leave no trails I see your crimson eyes in the horizon The blistering, blinding light, it is your vision The breeze will set us free We're just branches of a tree Kindling like a coal Mourning is our soul The howling of a hall The cracks within our wall The long road is concluding The tidal is receding