Wovenhand - Behind Your Breath lyrics

Up, up and behind your breath Up, up, up Up, up and behind He up, up and behind your breath His face takes it's place behind what's left You wait for it but It will not come These things are hidden in the rest of the son Flatter yourself not All your noise come to naught Endless ending, endless collection of plagues Brought down on the median ground Up, up and behind your breath Up, up, up Scorch the earth, scorch the earth Ruined lives entire Of all the architects grand this ones the liar But my king, my king shows his hands Up, up and behind your breath Up, up, up Up, up and behind your breath Up, up, up A golden rod to measure the city The city, it's gates, it's walls Every breath here a call to prayer And we as, we as children there