The Ascender Paroles

Weak and tender
Floating on
Sea of thoughts

Ravens call
From down under
Mountain son
Hand of god

Here I am
The Ascender
Into clouds
Heart of storm

I am waiting for a sign
Proof of what’s divine

Hold your lethal lines
Find the way to daylight now
Find the way through fog Time for harvest to begin

I am the hand of god
Hand of god, I’m hunting down