Young And In The Way - Ascending The White Mountain

the sound of drums and rising horns pressed on our backs & we've moved through
sand against a wind that carries nothing & my words must be meaningless against
your breath & show me your celestial face and let me judge thee & you are
what's wrong with us & you are the blight & you are the ruin in all of us & you
are the stealer of hearts & gaping breaths & and tear-soaked smiles & you are
the ruin in all of us & my words must be meaningless against her breath & if I
could I'd gladly stray from my path of oblivion & the brimstone & the fiery
lake & the pit of sin & the brimstone & the fiery lake & that hails within & I
would climb up & from the abyss & to stare back into her eyes & and scream &
farewell sweet wounded night & let the fog surround thee.