Charburner Lyrics


Wolf of the fire of a trembling sun

Rune staves red in waters cold

Cycles of a dead stare and of the run

Float consumed onto flame

High-energy, burn, pace, set a world on fire

Walks on rope, on the blotters, lost

Tear death from leaves, rest unknown

Flight from the rims of St. Cuthbert’s cross

Dales and ridges, pulse and fumes

High-energy, burn, pace, set a world on fire