Adrift Songtext
von Cult of Luna

In his arms
Locked in that iron grip
Nothing will reveal
Follow these footsteps
And we will reach the bottom

I tumbled down the road that bears his name
Here, here he dwells, here he prospers
And pushes us towards the end


When we are drifting against the tide
Colliding with the very air we breathe
Somewhere the tracks inwards must lead out
A grasp of hope that defeats the will

Always pushed away
Always nothing

I tumbled down the road that bears his name
Here, here he dwells, here he prospers
And pushes us towards the end