Return; to the past To find salvation through; empirical pragmatism Crawling, from my pit; It has been a thousand years of subterranean refuge Stronger than genetic boundaries Conceived, blessed by the holy winds of old gods So I've returned to the old world Back to the place where I chose to escape this prisons my home I'm confined to the host; it's the curse of immortality I wish that I would just die Bring the story to an end So that new life can begin I'll endure any horror, to embrace mortality Let me be born again, and again Fresh air, so enlightening, But it holds a sound that's so fucking frightening A chorus of a billion screaming children, It beckons me through guilt, to its will For I speak its language Before the infection began I was king Now hail the forsaken pariah Spat back from the gates of Agartha This is my curse; to walk alone The sunlight; is blinding, I brush the dirt from my hands Experiencing paradoxical terror, for there's no blood Mother, I am home To complete the cycle My purpose revealed To complete the cycle Reaper, I am The Reaper