Unearth - Hanging Garden

I lose myself here

And become one

With all that I am

About to be

The words will not come

They are buried under the mountains

Lost deep in the ocean

Scattered in the wind

I lose myself here

And become none

Leave behind the one

I used to be

Lose yourself here now

And the words will be found

Washed to the shore by the storms

Brought down by torrents cold

We stole the fire

To keep away the cold

Our hands got burned

Yet we kept our hold