Threading through imbricate worlds. The non-linear veins of time. A doorway to a doorway from.
Wide open tracts, The Gloom Epoch. Encircling horizon.
The aeons scathed Beast threshold, Fine antlers swallowed by peat.
Primal attunement, The ore of blood Rushing to its magnetic core.
The lodestone of instinct From Molecular Depths of vanished time.
The certainty of disintegration. Time’s relentless advance.
Struck like an arrow Straight and true Toward disharmony.
Lava fields, Peat lands, Wastes of sand, Endless migration.
Gleaming black grains In advancing lines, Degrading everything.
The present is the aftermath, Suspended. Waiting for the fall.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.