In the veins of existence thou shalt ruin your rite of birth in the will of your dying breath
The rite of reversal shall take effect


Suffer the masses, there is one with
Damnation / condemnation:
My name is plague

My name is wisdom

My curse is that which bleeds out

The weakness in your veins

Pawns unto the flesh

There is one way to let go
May you seek the truth
As the dying breath

As the last whisper
As those who may trick fate
And carve the informal cross upon their necks


Twisted and deep
Crooked from the crucifix

Straight as the mark of the true gods
There is one path left untouched
The path beyond what is known


Beyond what is understood
The mark of the forest

The land, the earth
The Mother and Father
The calling


That which stirs beneath the soil
And emanates beyond the galaxies


One between the pain
Of physical and moral being

Omega kindred who may suffer
One (Alpha) who shall become king
3 may follow in tribes which will be shunned be those who settle where they should not stay


Ground zero is relevance
Nothing truly means nothing

... There is the light only to drown below the sea

May her depths consume all

Though HER we shall seek