Sprawling across the vault of heaven An embrace of amorphous clay
The child thrashes in the formless cradle, offspring of time and dust Pangs of the birth which is to come herald the source of life
Thrusting infinite pressure Mass infinite fragments Dense solar clusters Energy creates beginning
Unbearable crushing tension In turbulent discord Bleeding out the newborn And reforming the flesh
The heat of this withdrawal becomes the beating heart A host to feed on the gushing wounds
And thus, the flesh is complete, relieved by the placid storm Calmed by the forlorn embrace of its dwindling home Rising to rear its young in the warmth of its light From the birth, an exhalation, the first breath of a star
Breathe In your Life And Illuminate Yourself
Stellar winds Blow Until your life Ends
Arise Son of Sol Nigh is your dawn As the night is cold
Within the sea A writhing mass
Source of knowledge Forged in dust A chain of sinew Stretching forth
Children of flesh, children of blood, and time Awake your dormant minds and claim your rightful heir
But through This A loss To the self And the false Sense of light A dark Perverse Mind
Forgetting the past To devour the marrow of all
A cancer of thought Breeds death The sons of light Stricken and worn
A cannibalistic being Failure of eternity Have you not foreseen the cost of this corruption? In it, Ouroboros is complete.
Devour thyself. Devour thyself. If you wish that your end Gift thyself to the sanguine sphereTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
