Perfect Storms from Afar

By the abandoned huts, up on a barren shore
Black grains and limestone meet, still burning underneath

Bearing a rizzared face, a horde of weary men
Humming a hopeless prayer for rain to come again

There's a favonian scent, remnant of northern winds
Horizon drops a veil upon the highest cliff
Where from a cave I stand and watch the changing forms
And as the sunset comes, I witness perfect storms

I remain to be unseen
I remain to be unseen

Come and rise from the sea and fall
Come rise from the sea and fall
Come rise from the sea and fall
Come rise from the sea and fall
Come rise from the sea and fall
Come rise from the sea and fall
Come rise from the sea and fall
Come rise from the sea and fall