Land of shattered hearts, broken promises and lies
Where the land gives way to fire before in the cold, for it there are cries
There’s ash from the eruption, trees stand sparse and stark black and the skies
Have retreated into cold darkness with stars telling legends of a generous, agonizing demise
To few survivors who have come to realize
What were thought to be painful disasters when they happened were in truth highs
Staring at the horizon despite knowing with their all that, here, there is no way to make for a sunrise