Rising from Caustic Songs by T.G. Olson

Standing in the Valley low. The Earthen dam is giving.
Slow moving stream turns into a raging River.
Mother takes and Mother gives with no rhyme or reason.
Counting last blessings on the brink of damnation.
Tearing through the Valley low. The Water keeps on rising.
Lowlands swallowed hole. Utter devestation.
Won't stop until she spills into the salty Ocean.
Left a ruined trail of deeply cut erosion.
The reasons why we never know. Living, breathing, flying.
Asking the sky for our sins to be forgiven.
The truth hides where no one treads. Beyond outer reaches.
Laying your weary head on the book of Revelations.
Buried in the Valley low. Hope and aspirations.
Forever searching the final destination.
Won't stop until she spills into the salty Ocean.
Left a ruined trail of deeply cut erosion.
"Won't you lend your lungs to me? Mine are collapsing"

• Rock
• ambient
• desert rock
• doom
• drone
• metal
• United States