Gazpacho
Sky Burial
We waited day and night
Stayed at home
Silent phone
Silent lives
These mountains made you small
Our hidden paths
Lost too soon
Wasted life
Genie awakes in the lamp in the morning
Soon they'll go
Save a life
Wild white painted sky

Voice in the wind
Saw his face
We're searching
Don't leave until you find him
In thundering, smoldering fire
Red morning in seven deadly seconds
I'm cold
Mountain gods defend the departed

These mountains made you small
We waited day and night