Limbs Lyrics - Ashes Against The Grain - Agalloch

The texture of the soul is a liquid that casts a vermilion flood 

From a wound carved as an oath; it fills the river bank a sanguine fog 

These arms were meant to be lost! Hacked, severed and forgotten 

The texture of time is a whisper that echoes across the flood 

It's hymn resonates from tree to tree, through every sullen bough it sings 

These boughs were said to be lost! Torn, unearthed and broken 

Earth to flesh, flesh to wood, cast these limbs into the water 

Flesh to wood, wood to stone, cast this stone into the water...