Letras
Silent is the sun, so quiet as she is hung
The people converge in commune to mourn
Bearing the burden of a thousand skies
Suffocation snuck in through the lungs
As they watch their only remnant of hope curl up and die
Born again by her descent, the scavengers reign supreme
(Servile to the vultures above)
The unseen watchers, the terrorizers from the sky
Volatile as pearls before swine
Reborn under the dying sun from a motherless and searing glossa
That lashes against the abhorrent creation
The abhorrent creation
Volatile as pearls before swine
Her desecrated remains are abandoned by the jackals wandering astray
Now is seeking her unabashed corrosion
To penetrate the virgin soil upon which she lay
Perforating down her unaccosted sorrow,
So abysmal the ills of subterranea dare not follow
Keeping the abhorrent at her heels, into the void she crawls
Mother Earth's umbilical tomb conceiving the precipice of darkness,
Infinite, to swallow this night whole
To eclipse the heavens above
This metamorphosis
This perpetual soaring ascendant from so deep within
Absent light of creation
Absent light, perpetual, soaring ascendant from so deep within
So deep within, soaring (soaring)
A reciprocal reanimation has brought forth our abhorrent enemy
Reborn in profligating transience
To masticate and consume all but the light from our eyes
So we might peer through the emptiness
Foreshadowed by the ancients only the witness
The violation of the innocent
Only to witness the pillage and rape of our humanity
Inscripted in the evanescent sands of time to be remembered...
To be remembered nevermore (silent is the sun)
To be remembered nevermore (silent is the sun)
"We are these tombs,
These masters of our self-perceptive anamorphosis,
Our black plague thought, but perceived, to be redemption"
Our vile kings and parasite dreams
Only pour forth rivers of gasoline (of gasoline)
To ignite the consuming flame of our cognitive deception