Pale Explosions - The Moth Gatherer

The air is getting thinner

The long walk is getting to an end

Nothing we do will keep the fires alive

Nothing we do will last

Elysium shines

Blood and broken nails will be washed away by the rain

In vain we try to carve something eternal into the mountains

Jars filled with fireflies and ire

Such a fragile light to guide us

The ignorant will fail to see the path

Fumbling, screaming and fighting

Jar after jar breaks into darkness

The fireflies leaves, the spleen stays

Everything we love we leave behind

Dead grasp

Light’s out

I behold the broken world

A storm rides the sky

Pale explosions illuminates the time

The age of violence is upon us