Music Banter - The Identity Matrix's useless thread of lyrics he wrote

I have no direction with any of these. I kind of just write a bunch of stuff and see what sticks. These are the four I keep coming back too...

The Sun Sets in A Valley of Cranes

Blessed roses I’ll Always Remember you.
Take this thought and rescue the red glow
The river runs through with grace and pain
Blocked by dams made of imps and devils

A sea of white dances with the red glow
The river reflects a courageous song
To form the shape of a white reaper
Stare into the void as the red glow fades

Welcome as the blue mixes into black
Then the coldest heart rises covering the valley
The mighty white sea flies away
Forever searching for the mighty red glow

The Season of Burial

Painstakingly searching for another way out
The sand, the dirt, the grass, the flesh, the blood
When shovel meets soil and the old man cries
We search for answers that we knew all along

Cause for reconciliation I think not
You might think twice but I disregard the chance
Cause for reconciliation I think not
You might believe but you don’t receive

The pallbearer walks out black cloth in hand
He begins to cough for him its hard to stand
Crept out of his tomb, like the savior long ago
Roll the stone back now, or witness the fruit hang low

Cause for reconciliation I think not
You might think twice but I disregard the chance
Cause for reconciliation I think not
You might believe but you don’t receive

Blasphemy the crime, based on ancient law
I chose not to die, you forgot my autumn
The famous season of burial, the only one
The snow began to fall, As such I wished for rain

Passage Through the Mountains of Ash and Snow

The beauty of death lies under the snow
Forever walking forward, currently trekking up
The stillness retreats for each step I take
I see the blue begin to permeate the sky

I seek the peak to recieve my understanding
I keep marching with tree branch in hand
Cold water falls down my chest
I’ve reached the top, nobody can deny

The beauty of death lies under the snow
Forever walking forward, currently walking down
The stillness returns for each step I take
I see the blue fading from the sky

I seek the valley to report my understanding
I keep marching with tree branch in hand
Cold water soaks my frostbitten feet
I’ve made my mark, nobody can deny

The Urban Smoke Encroaches Upon The Marsh

I felt a cough come upon the lonely locust
The water looks stagnant, lonely to its reflection
A house on a hill overlooking the swamp
A question, a laugh, an answer, a truth

Quicken the pace, I walk through mud
Sinking slowly I feel the mood change
The full moon still cannot shine through
The Urban Smoke Encroaches Upon the Marsh

The fish begin to rot, The lily begins to bloom
The mud creates a dam, to stop the holy roil
The mighty god dies along with the trees
Chorus of the crow goes along with the falcon

The Basin begins to fill, the Child drowns
The logs begin to roll, the rocks submerge
The slime and bile begin to stagnate
The Marsh is becoming a lake, Smoke the bait