Lyrics The Border - Fyrce Muons

Sheep are in tow
Their numbers grow
I follow him
And no one so sad that I lie in a rivers grave
And no one is sadder than man waiting endless days
I stand here alone in the crowd if a driven rain
And I roll into a new kind of a bitter day

Their vibes are plain
Just to steal my place
The prison there a scented deed
For my scented hair
My scented bleed

A life contains uncertain fate
A sentient being is one who dreams
You scented hair
Your perfumed plea
Beyond the place we need to be

We're following another mission
Beyond the rise from dark annihilation
Into this place of higher elevation