The storm that bent the oaks has come to set us free
Infinite as space is looming, stirring in the trees
And as we fall beneath the rain
The sky melts into the lake

As sure as it will end
With solitude it's cleansed
And I am your destroyer
The static dream is dead

Destitution in the vacuum, the seraphim remain
To sanctify the arteries that drown us as they drain
As the sun dissolves from our space
In her arms, the angel's embrace

The energy will bend
Return to earth again
And I am your destroyer
The static dream is dead