Vermilion Moons - Arch / Matheos

You and I drifting under shifting tides

Keep holding on to tomorrow, we’ll see the sunrise

You and I till the end of all our days

Still here we are alive and well and we’re waiting

Under vermilion moons

Twisted roots blind their souls to the heavens

The hands of fate keep one foot in the grave

Blood red skies are bleeding from tired eyes

Fire and brimstone a world set ablaze

High on a hill below the here and the after

Self anointed preaching to the choir

Exultations and armies of rapture

It’s heaven or hell, tell me who is your master

And they bow and they pray, they confess

The mortals chasing angels

Fly to the ends of the afterworld

Faithful eyes held to the skies

And still they wait for you

The ghosts of the prophets buried under cathedrals

Vaulted spires erect to Elysium

Gilded are the tongues and the Ark of the Covenant

The Dead Sea Scrolls and for whom the bell tolls

Riding through the night like rolling thunder

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Blind architects foresee Armageddon

It’s the end of all days, divinely mandated genocide

And they bow and they pray, they confess

The mortals chasing angels

Fly to the ends of the afterworld

Faithful eyes held to the skies

Still they wait for you

While you and I drifting on the shifting tides

Keep holding to tomorrow, we’ll see the sunrise

You and I till the end of all our days

Still here we are alive and well under vermilion moons

Don’t look away, don’t ever

Imagination’s innocence in this world won’t last forever

Eyes wander from the cradle of wonder

Awakes from a restless slumber

Through a widow to the heavens

Twilight to a dream

Dreaming dreams before remembrance

Wondering what holds up the sky

Mother she embrace eternal, singing lullabies

Slipping through little hands like painted butterflies

Trying to catch the memories before they fly away

Everything we are, foreshadowed and disguised

Wistfully foreboding winter, innocence slowly dies

Tracing outlines in the sands of yesterday

Weary eyes look to the sky and wonder

Beautiful simplicity dissolved with every written word

Ethereal the sound of silence that we’re never heard

The clay feet of the gods immortalized by every mortal hand

Connate flaws send stone and mortar rumbling to the ground

No stone we’ve left unturned reveals what we could never be

Questions posed reveal more questions in deep seas of mystery

It’s raining down illusions, drowning thunderous empty souls

It’s raining but we’re dying, raining and we’re dying

And they bow and they pray, they confess

The mortals chasing angels

Fly to the ends of the afterworld

How long, how long must they wait for you?

While you and I drifting on the shifting tides

Keep holding to tomorrow, we’ll see the sunrise

You and I till the end of all our days

Still here we are alive and well under vermilion moons

The ghosts of the prophets buried under cathedrals

Testify, will you testify, testify

Rolling through the night like rolling thunder

Testify, will you testify, testify