Earth Ship - Valley of Thorns

The fields shine white and cold
And the sky is lonely and colossal
Broken words echo in a valley of thorns
Floating on the wind
A shadow glides over the frozen ground
Wrapping its hateful curtain around the road
Cold hands, last kiss
There are cracks around your dreary grave
Cold hands, bleached skin
There are cracks along the icy hall
Swallowed, consumed
Darkness crept into the sky
The fields shine white and cold
Stillness dwells in deserted woods
All alone
No source of light
Black branches
The sky divides