Number - Tristania

Death I hear you calling

But I can’t come home right now

My days were few and numbered

But somebody lost count

Unlike the dust that settles down

Or fragments in the breeze

I’m now prone to supremacy

And I go on with ease

Time to climb — regain

What I’ve given up

Low or high — I’ll never be satisfied

Transcending — I’ll roam

The end is my home

I’ll surmount and deride

The benumbed hands of time

Bribing the ebb of tide

It’s time to climb

Time to climb — regain

What I’ve given up

Low or high — I’ll never be satisfied

Transcending — I’ll roam

The end is my home

At the mercy of the pouring rain

My fire inside

At the mercy of life’s waterfall

My shelter’s dry

All is dead and done

All is said and sung

But united and untied -unified

I’m turning the stone

The end is my home