Cinders Songtext
von Red River Dialect

This evening the mist has returned
The dawn of November burned
The morning mists away
Mist frames the day

Or did the earth just rise
Into the skies
At the end of the Hallowed Day?
Hallo day

Cinders lead the way
To the presence of an absent way
To the path that the fire took
To the burning haunting every book, every book

Tomorrow the day of souls
Cold mist and coals
I draw my-self around
The ashes I found


And yet I should touch these strings
Like those of the heart
We could touch them here
Right here

Cinders lead the way
To the absence that I just cannot say
To the path that the fire took
To the burning haunting every book, every book

When days of such harmony sing
What strikes the strings?
A shudder through shoulders and tears
The feeling of fears

And feelings how they rise
Like mist to the skies
But oh would the mist breathe again
I missed your goodbye

Cinders lead the way
To the absence that I just cannot say
To the path that the fire took
To the burning haunting every book