The storm that bent the oaks has come to set us free Infinite as space is looming, stirring in the trees And as we fall beneath the rain The sky melts into the lake
As sure as it will end With solitude it's cleansed And I am your destroyer The static dream is dead
Destitution in the vacuum, the seraphim remain To sanctify the arteries that drown us as they drain As the sun dissolves from our space In her arms, the angel's embrace
The energy will bend Return to earth again And I am your destroyer The static dream is dead
