Proving Grounds - Stolas

The Hunter wakes and feels hungry

Neglecting time, will kill the weak

No medicine will come of rain

Craving wonder in a mystery

Out of arrows, so she plants the seeds

A solid promise to feed a need to worry

Hands that come alive

Grasping at the tree line

Hands free of all care

Hands that guide the knife

Take what you want and discard your vices

What will you sacrifice to live this way?

Betraying the distance

You better stay out

Take what you want, discard your vices

What will you sacrifice to live this way?

The malady invisible at the moment it’s first witnessed

So just breathe

I can’t with so much air alive

To grant life the weak can only see

Hands that come alive

Grasping at the tree line

Hands free from all care

Hands that guide the knife

Take what you want and discard your vices

What will you sacrifice to live this way?

Betraying the distance

You better stay out

Her mouth is stitched

With roots the earth refused to keep

She speaks escape in every place we sleep

Her hands, soft skin

A cure clawing for disease

The serpent with its tail between its teeth

Her eyes made bright

With candles hewn from careful bones

The wax it wanders, winds her throat

Her breath is so loud

Her mouth is stitched

With roots the earth refused to keep

She speaks escape and now

I can’t leave her flying out to roam

All on her own

You see the trembling on the ends of her wings?

Because of you, it’s been shaking so consistently

Leave behind the ghosts

Leave behind the fires of home

Every ounce of Hope

Is lost in the steps that we don’t know

Leave behind the ghosts

Leave behind the fires of home

Every ounce of Hope

Hands that guide the sharp edge

Will turn towards the rope