Lyrics

Ripe in the color of day
Leading the followers
Down to the lichen underground

Move through the maze
of your archetypal memory
Wait for the answer to come

Rise through the ages
A time for your facelessness
Eyes look above and below
You were holding out for
A taste of your beginning
But haste left the ending
Unknown

You have said this before
And again and again
Till I don’t know the words
I should write in the air

Dark where the other ones play
Down in the bog
Where I left all my light
In the ivy
She took the moss from my heart
And she turned it to wings
At the cost of my love

Sweet Anima
In what I have become
Burn away in your sublimation