Lyrics:

Hollowed And Holy
borrowed And Brand
the Map's Not The Mountain
the Lay Is Not The Land

the Waters Of Portugal
beloved New
the Waters Of Anywhere
as A City Blooms

all That I Love Will Disappear
even If I Stay
so I Myself Am Going Where
my Nervous Blood Will Sway
lost And Leaving My Fate

and On The Twelth Day
i'll Take A Stand
one Ghost Of Many
i'll Raise My Hand

all That I Love Will Disappear
even If I Stay
so I Myself Am Going Where
my Nervous Blood Will Sway
lost And Leaving My Fate