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Old restless skin, an aged pallet
Portraying an obscure existence of torment and such resilience
An empty vessel, the broken casket
What temple does this man bow down to?
Before us, staggered standing and hardly breathing
Arms light the skies
Eyes fall open wide

Thy shall not listen
Preaching to us while you quiver and moan

Cold desolate skin, empty sermons you submit of self loathe
Still you deliver, but only to your own
Empty vessel, broken casket
Cast aside like filthy rags, succumb to your solitude as you will preach to us no more.

Eyes open wide, at your pyre you beg for remorse
But to whom, we shall not know
And for why, we wait to be shown

Thy shall not listen, swallowing the darkness as it fears the light
Its groans haunt the eve and infect the breeze
Its whisper is carried a thousand miles, chilling the bones of ten thousand men.

Earth is fire, you must obey
It will cleanse of life and rid the light from day
Fearless we remain
Misled, we cast it astray


Speaking not of our lord, but of a benevolent creator
Whose generosity would flourish until the deceiver earths their seed and speak not of loyal, but of power and greed
As a wound must bleed to heal, Liquid fire from lacerations will cauterise its anguish
Its adversary and its architect

WE HAVE BECOME FIRE

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from Suspended Between Earth and Sky, released April 30, 2021

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