Vells - Flight from Echo Falls lyrics

The taste of the space In teemy tall times The rush of the pacing Everkind But all is too late To reverize On the flurries come The darn of fury's sons So we ride the wind To rift and wayward The song of the child Chasing To stop up the milds Of cowardice Run you rivers run Under tons and tons Of suns Bright as a falling sky To twist and fold To twist and fold Through a flashing eye You saw all you needed Bought and sold again Blissed in the hours On high Until all the tops Have toppled in vain Until all is rot And rails of wrung rage We carve on a knot To spell the ways We belong to one Even when The thunder comes If it folds in The folds are fates' own Better best are Your righteous days They're the echoes Of Grace