Beneath the bloodied soils, the Architect of Fates
Of gateways unfolding into a blanket of blackness ever-flowing
The Sayers spoke of wisdom, vastness, inverse time
Existence cruel, and malice as certain as the grave
Roots grow branch and limb, are altered alchemically
Dripping liquid crystal, radiating heat
Cadaver's rotting head, a form of life renewed
Tally all my worth and dump me with the dead
The Sayers spoke of wisdom, vastness, inverse time
Existence cruel, and malice as certain as the grave
Roots grow branch and limb, are altered alchemically
Dripping liquid crystal, radiating heat
"Blood drip faster!" Our blood is old
The coffin shuts. We are not alone
"Blood drip faster!" Our blood is old
The trumpet sounds. We're not alone