Cygnus - Cult Of Luna, Julie Christmas

Can you see what’s following you

It has a mind of its own

Steps so quiet you can’t hear it

A parasite without a home

It’s got a smile, but you don’t trust it

Concrete reasons unknown

Put it behind you in the space of your day

A parasite without a home

Leave her to sing her withered songs

In tunnels painted like the dawn

Bring me, the echo till it’s gone

Nothing escapes this hold

Desperate against the cold

Its flesh made out of stardust

Iron oxide into rust

To write a letter to the night

This songless, sightless, silent giant

This feeble plea

A speck of dust

A drop of sea

It’s locked in you and me

Rip it out and feel it’s heat

Forget the way things seem to be;

Meaningless to the one and only

Leave her to sing her withered songs

In tunnels painted like the dawn

Bring me, the echo till it’s gone

Nothing escapes this hold

Desperate against the cold

Its flesh made out of stardust

Iron oxide into rust

It’s got a smile, but you don’t trust it

Concrete reasons unknown

Put it behind you in the space of your day

A parasite without a home

And she’ll be standing strong

Her hair is lost in storm

Open your mouth

And let air rush in

To get a sense of her form

But if the audience is imminent

And if your parasites come home

Remember the old adage:

Deep roots are not reached by frost

Leave her to sing her withered songs

In tunnels painted like the dawn

To write a letter to the night

This sightless, songless, silent giant