The Traitors' March - Amia Venera Landscape

Safeguard of saints

It wasn’t mentioned

The world’s today, not the same

Take what you wanted

There won’t be anyone complaining today

When all these voices have come to life

And all these voices

They all are lying

They all lied

Whispering shapes of grief

As my faith runs out of me

And you took the weight of centuries

Tear up your grace

Tear up your grace

And stare at the eyes of the one that wants to know

But it’s something lost in nothing

I see the way, I see the way, I see the way she dives in waters

But I’m far from seeing the way she melts in the ocean

(She melts with the oceans)

The lighthouse could lead me where the faith drowns untouched but I’m still here

Today, today again

This won’t mean anything to me

Now the price of safer ways

I assumed was easy to forget

Is a path made of stones for my knees

If tonight is relentless I’ll confuse the passing

(Seeing no) seeing no seasons

The lowest flight inside the space beneath heaven before it crushes me down

All I seek is redemption for the change I want to be remembered for