Almitra's Premonition - Minsk

To dream of death to dream of life

In the city of despair I found the living

To dream of life to dream of death

In the city of the living I found despair

I see the sun baked earth before me

The peaks beckon from afar

Their siren songs reverberate

Plains open before me and yet I wait

Within the walls of suffocating trepidation

Unfettered by the prophecy of experiencing death alone

We try our hand at shielding our faces from our mortality

We failed the sky and lost the movement and echo of stone

An ascension reveals unmatched fears as the haunting farce appears