Cult Of Luna - Approaching Transition

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Lights, lights go out
Sky grows dark
Endless nights Looking up
Reaching out
Passing through
Moving on
Close getting close
Hard to breath
Getting cold
I can't speak
Out of time
Close my eyes
One last beat.
I run. Momentum gained.
Slowly the dawn is raised.
Light transforms into a solid red.
Red as the blood. Red as the lie.
I crack the surface and continue on.
Waves form in every direction, to find their home.