Cult Of Luna - Adrift Lyrics
In his arms, locked in that iron grip nothing will revealFollow these footsteps and we will reach the bottomI tumbled down the road that bears his nameHere he dwells, here he prospers and pushes us towards the endWhen we are drifting against the tideColliding with the very air we breatheSomewhere the tracks inwards must lead outA grasp of hope that defeats the willAlways pushed awayAlways nothing