The inherent plague of a place you don't know A built in dynamic ground that constantly moves has evolved through a series of events from far before Culmination stands as the threshold to see its light
The origin of a once tainted pool has cleared the way for another A cycle pushed to a new natural order Wisdom now serving its purpose
Time and time again until the passing day Sands, made separated just to be joined Spores spreading in the same repetitive manner Landing the very same purpose
Come knowledge and the faintest of weeds will grow and the long dead hollow trees begin to bear fruit Spokes created to fit several needs yet there's only a single wheel for many
For one will many others wills shall gather Its face will always carry the mark of the penitent bearing a complexion presented in pale conducting the laws of hood
This foundation stands below one throne So lift your idols high, high for him to see and prove your worth collective, give birth to the growing core of cowerdise
A passive cause has always served the extinct Living life is not meant to be a compulsion Drop your pity and fucking roses for dead The blaze of wrath will always do the talking
For one will many others wills shall gather Its face will always carry the mark of the penitent
Innate of the black leech is here when welcoming the second wave...
In lush darkness he moves before you Like the pioneers had done before him he uncovers the piece that was unknown and carves the final symbol into the stone