Silence of the Womb - Swallow The Sun

The wandering old shapes

Bereaved by their last days

The empty seeds, the curse of man

Mourning for this given hand

Lonely steps across the land

Trembling heart in the ocean sand

The voice of despair echoes loud here

When the waves carry the old

For mother earth we fall

To the last of man, she’ll take us all

Poisoned air, the wasted land

Turns to our tomb

The silence of the womb

The skies blow the last light away

Summer exists only in the writings of the wise

We prepare for our final run

When the winter swallows the sun

For mother earth we fall

To the last of man, she’ll take us all

Poisoned air, the wasted land

Turns to our tomb

The silence of the womb