Soaring the might of blue abyss, fly! Tangle the tentacles of mind, divine! Ripe with the sweet essence of creep, sin! 3 of a pair eat sheep amongst green vile winds
The Arc Its wings towers the dark Far so far it kills Affixing snares on vine Tangible threads of will Swallowed by maze of collapse Mutated to one stone seal Brutal threshold of form Of skin, of web, you kneel!
Absolute tolerance For green vile winds of sin To eat all of ya To eat all of ya To eat all of ya To eat all of ya To eat all of ya!