Swaying through passing time

We're like branches of leafless trees

And the vines that grow on aged tombstones

Tangled and twisted through each other's minds

Our spirits unite and dance to the rhythm of eternity

And our blood is the color of war;

Pumping through unexplored caverns of desire

Thundering thoughts crash and create beautiful melodies

We are volcanic, destroying; Rebuilding our world

Deciphering ancient hieroglyphs carved in our cores

Piecing together the path that leads us to paradise

One thunderstorm at a time...