Voyage of Day

I feel the shadow of the ashes from the most deepest spark, Dam a will dam a fog eastern it come, Swallow the pit bit of a nail lights out, Lord of the mountain fare of a will, Dam a will dam a fog eastern it come, Distance of a cousin forbidden it is sin, Louder the thunder down come a throne, Words look folk and pitch I could tell all to well words, From suggest can bow a heel, Dam a will dam a fog eastern it comer, Rain of might torn from the sky heaven forbidden sin out sin, I all ask may tell a tell of tell my dear.