| Song | Watersong |
| Artist | Phavian |
| Album | Progshine Collection #1 |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Purest silence swallows the air | |
| Washing over earth in its cool warning. | |
| Nature opens her ears, | |
| Worlds of words spoken by cool silence. | |
| Vita subsisto insus semita. | |
| Sharp, jagged nimbus – | |
| A crown for its head. | |
| Dark the cumulus | |
| That’s worn on its cold shoulders, | |
| Cloaking it in purple power. | |
| Time is running dry, seconds degrade to take cover. | |
| Left broken and bare, merciless war of brutal nature. | |
| “The earth is my mother…” | |
| “Amen. Amen. Amen.” | |
| “I shall not want from her…” | |
| “Erebus erase us!” | |
| “Turn away from day and-“ | |
| “ Grace amazing takes us…” | |
| “She terries within the-“ | |
| “Amen. Amen. Amen.” | |
| Nature now abandons us | |
| Cup of milk and honey void of the promise | |
| Barren the fields of fruitful glory, | |
| Earth mother turned away from me. | |
| Her soothing love, her touch | |
| is the hands of hell holding heat. | |
| Water turns into mist. | |
| Reign of rain grants its deadly kiss. | |
| Purified, petrified, open-eyed | |
| Drops of the burning rain from the sky hit the land and | |
| boil it dry. | |
| Expressions of horror melting slow in terror scatter | |
| from the scoured. | |
| Hands of hell holding heat – water turns into mist. | |
| Reign of rain grants its deadly kiss. | |
| Purified, petrified open-eyed | |
| Drops of the burning rain from the sky hit the land and | |
| boil dry. | |
| Dark ash, thick air, billowing mountains, | |
| Tubes of light cut the sky, | |
| Hot tears, seething, screaming, | |
| “Please have mercy! Take the rain from me! Est deus | |
| illic? The end! The end…est deus illic…” | |
| *** | |
| Savor the brilliance of being trapped in the dome | |
| clouding over | |
| Savor. | |
| It’s the final wonder that we all will witness. | |
| Come all creatures, come to see. | |
| See the beauty in the dark fallen! | |
| Savor wonder… | |
| There is fire in the thunder! | |
| Time is gone and now we all must surrender. | |
| Crush the weakness, build the stronger | |
| Sand and soot to build the bricks of the future! | |
| To the temple, to the torture! | |
| From the air the mouth of death sets the order. | |
| Live impossible, live impossible. | |
| And so it goes, as they all fall down, the arms made of | |
| ash crumble to the ground… |
| Purest silence swallows the air | |
| Washing over earth in its cool warning. | |
| Nature opens her ears, | |
| Worlds of words spoken by cool silence. | |
| Vita subsisto insus semita. | |
| Sharp, jagged nimbus | |
| A crown for its head. | |
| Dark the cumulus | |
| That' s worn on its cold shoulders, | |
| Cloaking it in purple power. | |
| Time is running dry, seconds degrade to take cover. | |
| Left broken and bare, merciless war of brutal nature. | |
| " The earth is my mother" | |
| " Amen. Amen. Amen." | |
| " I shall not want from her" | |
| " Erebus erase us!" | |
| " Turn away from day and" | |
| " Grace amazing takes us" | |
| " She terries within the" | |
| " Amen. Amen. Amen." | |
| Nature now abandons us | |
| Cup of milk and honey void of the promise | |
| Barren the fields of fruitful glory, | |
| Earth mother turned away from me. | |
| Her soothing love, her touch | |
| is the hands of hell holding heat. | |
| Water turns into mist. | |
| Reign of rain grants its deadly kiss. | |
| Purified, petrified, openeyed | |
| Drops of the burning rain from the sky hit the land and | |
| boil it dry. | |
| Expressions of horror melting slow in terror scatter | |
| from the scoured. | |
| Hands of hell holding heat water turns into mist. | |
| Reign of rain grants its deadly kiss. | |
| Purified, petrified openeyed | |
| Drops of the burning rain from the sky hit the land and | |
| boil dry. | |
| Dark ash, thick air, billowing mountains, | |
| Tubes of light cut the sky, | |
| Hot tears, seething, screaming, | |
| " Please have mercy! Take the rain from me! Est deus | |
| illic? The end! The end est deus illic" | |
| Savor the brilliance of being trapped in the dome | |
| clouding over | |
| Savor. | |
| It' s the final wonder that we all will witness. | |
| Come all creatures, come to see. | |
| See the beauty in the dark fallen! | |
| Savor wonder | |
| There is fire in the thunder! | |
| Time is gone and now we all must surrender. | |
| Crush the weakness, build the stronger | |
| Sand and soot to build the bricks of the future! | |
| To the temple, to the torture! | |
| From the air the mouth of death sets the order. | |
| Live impossible, live impossible. | |
| And so it goes, as they all fall down, the arms made of | |
| ash crumble to the ground |
| Purest silence swallows the air | |
| Washing over earth in its cool warning. | |
| Nature opens her ears, | |
| Worlds of words spoken by cool silence. | |
| Vita subsisto insus semita. | |
| Sharp, jagged nimbus | |
| A crown for its head. | |
| Dark the cumulus | |
| That' s worn on its cold shoulders, | |
| Cloaking it in purple power. | |
| Time is running dry, seconds degrade to take cover. | |
| Left broken and bare, merciless war of brutal nature. | |
| " The earth is my mother" | |
| " Amen. Amen. Amen." | |
| " I shall not want from her" | |
| " Erebus erase us!" | |
| " Turn away from day and" | |
| " Grace amazing takes us" | |
| " She terries within the" | |
| " Amen. Amen. Amen." | |
| Nature now abandons us | |
| Cup of milk and honey void of the promise | |
| Barren the fields of fruitful glory, | |
| Earth mother turned away from me. | |
| Her soothing love, her touch | |
| is the hands of hell holding heat. | |
| Water turns into mist. | |
| Reign of rain grants its deadly kiss. | |
| Purified, petrified, openeyed | |
| Drops of the burning rain from the sky hit the land and | |
| boil it dry. | |
| Expressions of horror melting slow in terror scatter | |
| from the scoured. | |
| Hands of hell holding heat water turns into mist. | |
| Reign of rain grants its deadly kiss. | |
| Purified, petrified openeyed | |
| Drops of the burning rain from the sky hit the land and | |
| boil dry. | |
| Dark ash, thick air, billowing mountains, | |
| Tubes of light cut the sky, | |
| Hot tears, seething, screaming, | |
| " Please have mercy! Take the rain from me! Est deus | |
| illic? The end! The end est deus illic" | |
| Savor the brilliance of being trapped in the dome | |
| clouding over | |
| Savor. | |
| It' s the final wonder that we all will witness. | |
| Come all creatures, come to see. | |
| See the beauty in the dark fallen! | |
| Savor wonder | |
| There is fire in the thunder! | |
| Time is gone and now we all must surrender. | |
| Crush the weakness, build the stronger | |
| Sand and soot to build the bricks of the future! | |
| To the temple, to the torture! | |
| From the air the mouth of death sets the order. | |
| Live impossible, live impossible. | |
| And so it goes, as they all fall down, the arms made of | |
| ash crumble to the ground |