The sky is grey and thick as lead
The soil is salt and mostly dead
I prune the stems of red caps low
Where only bitter fungus grow
Hold your breath in the cinder rain
Walk the ridge of the basalt plain
Silt striders step through the heavy haze
Lost inside of the ash-grey maze
Amanita is pale and lean
The strangest bloom I've ever seen
I brush the grit from every leaf
The summer season is too brief
Hold your breath in the cinder rain
Walk the ridge of the basalt plain
Silt striders step through the heavy haze
Lost inside of the ash-grey maze
The wind is howling through the spore
I cannot take the noise no more
The roots are thirsty for a drink
The whole damn world is on the brink
Hold your breath in the cinder rain
Walk the ridge of the basalt plain
Silt striders step through the heavy haze
Lost inside of the ash-grey maze
Sift the dirt with a steady hand
Patience grows in a broken land
Dig a hole in the volcanic crust
Turn the stone into golden rust
The strider legs are long and thin
The storm is where the games begin
I talk to moss in a Latin tongue
While the heavy iron bells are rung
Hold your breath in the cinder rain
Walk the ridge of the basalt plain
Silt striders step through the heavy haze
Lost inside of the ash-grey maze
Silt and ash, silt and ash
Silt and ash, silt and ash!
