This soil is rich with blood and tears
deprived of sleep we stumble on
A tribe of monks mad with our fears
to contemplate what's dead and gone
Relax into extinction
lay down your head at last
The path is set - rip off the mask they made you wear
confront the void - a bag of bones lost in a demons lair
See your tears flowing down towards the earth
Give up control - remember the name before your birth
Relax into extinction
lay down your head at last
Sit down with the ghosts of the mountain
claim your throne!
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