Siberian Sunrise

This might make its way to a new IC release, after workshopping it with Tasha.

Stay and see

This murder

Bathe in the sun

can you hear

the cackle

of the crow?

It calls in the

dawn To drag us from home

To sleep in earth

We'll fade from

crimson to chrome

With wings clipped

to match our allies

In the Siberian Sunrise

Blistering wind

cries In our backs

The larch is forgotten

In the snow

Now the sun will wax

And time stays slow

We'll fade from

crimson to chrome

With wings clipped

to match our allies

In the Siberian Sunrise