Lyrics
O, the surface breached
and yet it breathes, post-mortem
a moment's pause to bleed
Above they churn, cascade and merge
To realign the slopes and curves
adorn occult regalia
Entangle veins, infuse the bones
with warm marrow
Downward it draws
into the gray wide hollow
To rearrange ebbs and flows ingrained
Embalming seed, latent foe arcane
They turn and flee in dextrous flight
In contempt of gravity
Encrusted claws with gold and rot
crush the xiphoid process
Guided by the breath of time
Illusion breaks forth free
Opening the flesh and mind
Surrender to the decline