Overture In Thales Summer Lyrics

Hush there's a bird that stares from a tree in Veanom's backyard,
Spell on the lips like shapes,
As a woman strings up the sparks,

Old earth raise your crown
New birth, summer's ail

Helm to a place so crypt,
Quiet fox tracks blood to your sleeves,
Scoped with your caving eyes,
Waiting tigers sharpen their teeth