Return to Forever ..and it's name was Epyon.

We tread slowly around our moorings Arms like anchors, but twice as strong

And buried in a different kind of bed

It's the kind of quiet silence we could never suffer A hurt that we could never sleep through

We felt the weight, of all of this We looked for hope but we found corpses instead Hold up your heart, hold up your head Fight tooth & nail until we're free or we're dead