Epicentre - Dirge

It moves, tremors, splits and blazes

Roots come loose, scattered rocks, shattered in pieces

Soil rumbles, struggles, breaks the chain

Skies torn asunder, white stained rain

Gaping mouths of dirt, scars wide open

Ground erupts, you collapse, I burn

Limbs and depths, dwell within

Earthlike eyes, blinking

Trapped on both sides of this quartered world

Hands untied, Gaia dismembered

The endless tide, just a movement

The great divide of continents

The great divide of continents

The epicentre

The epicentre

You fade away, beyond reach

Lightning storms rushing across the beach

And through the on our heads

Can we see how long we’ll bleed?

As this night has no bounds

Would I wait for the crack of dawn?

Would I wait for the crack of dawn?