Into the Painted Grey Lyrics

The jagged lines in these wooden hands Speak of a silent aeon below the depths Of an austere ebon tide For centuries kingdoms have risen
Upon the ancient hands of a god Once severed for the world's birth A sacrifice to the storms of life Now darkness is thine sanctum
Temples of magma stream across the grey The arc that transcends my iconic pride For I am not an ageless god, no, I am imprisoned by time These ancient palms shall once again be mine
Hands... hands that lift the oceans
To vertical depths Above the stars For when I die, [ From: http://www.metrolyrics.com/into-the-painted-grey-lyrics-agalloch.html ] The universe will die with me and all will be lost, forever gone Where am I?
How long shall I suffer here? Forlorn in the cold neolithic embrace Forsaken deep in the sullen tide How long shall I suffer here?
Perched on the cliffside gazing out into the brine My archaic beard pours downward and joins the feral sea I am the heritage; the quintessence of myth and legend The archetype of Pagan might and divinity
Hands... hands that lift the oceans To vertical depths beyond the stars I gather a celestial blanket around these tired bones And finally slumber in clouds of ice
These are my hands... ...so it is done.