A Sea of Dead Comets - Mar De Grises

A procession towards the sea

Made of light years

With hurt and discarded gods as raindrops.

A celestial graveyard,

A sea of dead comets.

Drops of chaos he released

Before dying out

Drowning all his promises

Stained and empty.

My karma he unleashed

And with my dyed soul

With suffocating illusion

I had to pay.

Your truths I have dreamed of But my dreams have prevailed.

The cycle ends

My constellation bursts,

A sea of dead comets

Now we are light.