Lyrics Weathering - Alda

Weathering

Oh solar fume, may we drift never further
And come never closer
We, the parched land aching for a drink
In the fallow dew we would have followed you
But for the rain refusing to fall
When we’re cast from the shores and left to the drought
Tossed in the currents of venomous thought
Eyes shut, teeth clenched
Straining against the changes
Scying and searching the signs of the skies
A glyph in the grass, a rune in the wood
Facing the storm within
Finding the courage to breath
Souls pour molten in the crucible
Where stars flicker and die in the glint of our eyes
Strength hard won, memories lost
The waried road far from home
The long arm of spiral coiling within
To weather the storm again
To weather the storm within