Текст песни
There is a pit I may have dug within one single frozen
moment.
In it lurks a haunting endless multitude of vile
incarnate.
We now are linked, I have become it's counter-part,
Its mindless pawn.
Relentlessly racing encircling curse.
Blistering, this unrelenting becoming to excavate
The rancid soil that lay upon the artifact.
Why is my hand gone?
Constant begging, Pleading, Screaming.
I attempt to reason with the recess.
Fusing with the elder's vision, to see as it sees.
Does it hear me? For I now hear it.
This pit the past, and I the present.
Deep behind my eyes we merge as one.
This tunnel is the retina of the Ancients eye.
Spewing forth from it's dark chasm
The entangled, deranged, Constant vile constructs of the
onyx.
What lay beneath my eyes, exhumed from evermore.
Our minds unable to measure
How minute yet immense the grasp of this vacuous gash.
Excavating the pits innards
Bore an object that of which I craved possession.
Slime, Reflective.
I reach down to grab it, It eats my hand.
Leaves my limb dripping.
A taste of what awaits.
I will take it to my casket, this incessant mesh of
madness.
My son and wife, and hand, and mind have left me
Incineration of my sanity leading me closer to death,
Yet I must illuminate its fathomless depth.
Emanating forces from this unearthly twisted retinal
orifice,
Drag me down at night to reveal
The awful dwellings of it's depths below.
Crepuscular visions of vastness haunting me.
Trapping me. Taunting me. Draining me.
Slithering liquid breathing.
Black ooze leaking from my wounded limb.
Insatiable, it's gluttony to be fed.
I want to wake up.
I awake to find I'm staring
Oblivious into the pit that I have dug.
Revolted yet I cannot turn away.