We Enter The Circle At Night... And Are Consumed By Fire (Dead To A Dying World / 2011)
Wander the planes, absent minded, burning to believe, nothing there Sky is seeping its blood onto me, cover my skull, head forward Nervous twitch keeping me alive, making me run
Agony the antidote of reason, shed my skin, tear my rotting carcass Flowers in fields replaced with metal scraps, Walk upon them in remembrance Of how they once felt on the freshly sliced flesh. Force the shards into your eyes
Scolding unconscious, behold wrath
Bones turning stone, turning clay, the chapter ends Twist in the winds, ripping the seams, scatter
No flag left standing, no temple host to guide the lost Shallow graves break the land, where seeds find purchase Feeding on each other, all souls broke and empty Reclaimed the cycle, the land cries out
Wander the planes, absent minded, burning to believe, nothing there Sky is seeping its blood onto me, cover my skull, head forward Nervous twitch keeping me alive
See the world for all the lack of glory. See the beauty in the emptiness, rotting catacombs, Ripe stench-filled walkways
This is the scope of our ruin and the culling of harvest Bone riddled sewage clawing your knees, dragging and pulling Deeper you fall under, your lungs fill with ashes
Sinking one by one, cold and alone, red ash turned to stone Grey skies hold heavy the cries
This is the scope of our ruin and the culling of harvest Bone riddled sewage clawing your knees, dragging and pulling Deeper you fall under, your lungs fill with ashes
A smoldering cancer devouring the earth beyond sight Dark coal speck imbedded in your soul shatters to branches Black spine branches crackle out like teeth with no mouth Light doused by smoke spewing wings dripping with venom Behold the deluge, angry shatters the land underfoot