I am becoming one with the dust of the earth
A proud host for carrion birds
And all the other rogues of the wild alike
If only they were still alive and breathing
The code of existence revealed and exposed
To the fumes of the underworld
I feel the rupturing inside of me
Is this the final sight of mankind
Last visions before the weary eyes
Dead stars drawing colorless spirals
A gateway constructed
With the remains of the heavenly martyrs
Lifeless aeon painting itself
A gateway constructed
Dead stars drawing colorless spirals
The code is broken, infected and rotting
And the only truth that ever was
We were never meant to be
Is this the final sight of mankind
Last visions before the weary eyes
Dead stars drawing colorless spirals
A gateway constructed
With the remains of the heavenly martyrs
Lifeless aeon painting itself
A gateway constructed
Dead stars drawing colorless spirals
Winds from the beyond are calling
A lullaby so cold and malign
Yet... Rather... Soothing...
I have become one with the dust of the earth