The throttle is heavy, the tracks bite the snow There’s a boundary line where the light cannot go We ride the perimeter, cutting the freeze Through the skeleton arms of the ancient dark trees No trespassers out here, no ghosts in the wood Just the hum of the engine where the old altars stood The air is like iron, the valley is deep We are guarding the secrets we promised to keep. Chorus So pull down your visor, let the oceans go black We are holding the border and we ain't looking back Let the saints keep their ignorance wrapped in white light We are the kings of the freezing midnight Where the stars never burn and the shadows run deep In the dark side of heaven, forever to keep. Verse 2 They worshipped the architect, blind to the cage We tore out the binding and burned every page The texts that they buried, the truths they suppressed Are carved in the ice where the exiled can rest We studied the cycles, the transit of time And walked right away from the scene of the crime Let them pray to the static, let them beg to the sky We are awake in the void, and we’re letting them die. Bridge (The aggressive, driving mechanical beat of the verses drops away entirely. A haunting, sweeping bass drone rises, mimicking the shifting of immense magnetic forces above.) Look up at the firmament, watch it unfold A ribbon of shadow in the blistering cold No colors to blind us, no neon to stain Just a pitch-black aurora washing over the plain The ultimate silence, the absolute breath A beautiful absence of judgment and death. Guitar/Instrumental Solo (A heavily distorted, down-tuned riff that spirals and echoes, matching the hypnotic, rolling movement of a dark sky phenomenon before kicking back into the driving rhythm of the engine.) Verse 3 The perimeter holds and the compass spins dead There is nothing behind us and nothing ahead Just the map of the kingdom we drew in the dirt Far from the reach of the damage and hurt I follow the ridgeline, you cover the flank Our lungs full of frost and our memories blank We locked out the dawn with a flick of the wrist And surrendered ourselves to the beautiful mist. Chorus So pull down your visor, let the oceans go black We are holding the border and we ain't looking back Let the saints keep their ignorance wrapped in white light We are the kings of the freezing midnight Where the stars never burn and the shadows run deep In the dark side of heaven, forever to keep. Outro The perimeter holds. The watch is complete. Under the black aurora. Where the shadows run deep. Forever to keep. (The sound of the engine slowly fades into the whistling wind, leaving only the sound of biting winter weather before cutting to silence.)
