Sky Burial - Gazpacho

We waited day and night

Stayed at home

Silent phone

Silent lives

These mountains made you small

Our hidden paths

Lost too soon

Wasted life

Genie awakes in the lamp in the morning

Soon they’ll go

Save a life

Wild white painted sky

Voice in the wind

Saw his face

We’re searching

Don’t leave until you find him

In thundering, smoldering fire

Red morning in seven deadly seconds

I’m cold

Mountain gods defend the departed

These mountains made you small

We waited day and night