Picking away at this fatal wound of time
I see all that was
Wasting away with these faded memories of mine
As the dying man does
Actions forgotten, the wasted deeds of the past
Hauntingly return, as the hours approaching their last
Approaching their last
The astral light has come
Right before my eyes
The Heart and feather are weighed
On the breath of the dying man
Forcing through this path I see the sign
It's fate I shall adorn
Standing against the waves I walk the line
Spirit battered and torn
Alone, I'm forced to complete this path
Awaiting the end of the journey, that closes upon me fast
Upon me fast
The astral light has come
Right before my eyes
The Heart and feather are weighed
On the breath of the dying man