Lyrics Lost in Elm - Gamma Sector

Lost in Elm

Tracks in the snow
Mark the tragic journey
Bit by the cold
As the moon’s phase is turning
Dead leaves crunch under feet
Leaving a state of peace
Echoing darkness
Losing sight
Losing light
Reaching behind, an abundance of hands
An effort to prevent this lonely soul
From meeting a familiar fate
The pleads
Lost in elm
Turn back
Leave this realm
The smell of freedom
The taste of imprisonment
Hangs in the air
Winds howl
Spirits scowl
Upon the mortal trespassing their sacred lands
The smell of freedom
The taste of imprisonment
Hangs in the air
Like the fog clinging to the trees
The moon red above
Bleeding through the leaves
Like the fog clinging to the trees
The moon red above
Bleeding through the leaves