Awaken atavism
Prepare for war
For what was worshiped will be feared
And what was feared will be worshiped
The loneliness in man is bleak
Yet within in it he finds creation
Deprived of light, deprived of touch
Each caress like gla** cutting flesh
This land once bounded our agonies
The Word of words buried for centuries
Despair no more, grand serpent be close
Time of renewal, spectrum at our glance
Silent sorrows affixed to life
Solitary paths form thy gateways
Solace a dream, succumbing to night
To be clandestine
Is to embrace darkness…
Symbols slumber behind the eye
Their dormancy enters into final
Voice of ages lost, within the air
Alas our remembrance of our forgotten past…
Sacred rites return us to our lands…
Through this moon lies thy path
Her luminescence surrounding
Her essence guides thee
An opened womb. A dying garden
An altar made of dirt and bones
The loneliness of thy echoes
Plagues this unforgiving ashen air
Oh, how the effect of the night
Creates a bond with the cold
Their tombs illuminate by perpetual flame
Communication reached in channeling
An astral cloth soothes thy aching bones
As all I was deprived, revives, within the I
The radiance of the setting sun
Brings such bliss within thyself
For when it arises in the morrow
It shall herald in our centuries past