Empty Hills
Pulled from a dream
Woken by shivers that shook
Like a scream through empty hills
Cutting the vein to the quiet
And watched it bleed
Watching it bleed
While the red ran like rivers
Through the soil and dirt, mud and clay
It ran free
The painted face
That holds no name
Led me from my own
Speaking in a tongue so familiar
But in words, I'll never know
Honing the blade to sever the veil
That blinds the mindful eye
As my senses meet their sixth
I see beyond the sky
Woken by shivers that shook
Like a scream through empty hills
Cutting the vein to the quiet
And watched it bleed
Watching it bleed
While the red ran like rivers
Through the soil and dirt, mud and clay
It ran free
The painted face
That holds no name
Led me from my own
Speaking in a tongue so familiar
But in words, I'll never know
Honing the blade to sever the veil
That blinds the mindful eye
As my senses meet their sixth
I see beyond the sky
Credits
Writer(s): Maiden Crone
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