Nourisher of ancient lands soon to be depleted of all life,
Kiss the cold winter goodbye and reveal the tents of your ascension
Healing wounds of emptied hands will cauterize
Leaning towards the abyss of a man-made paradise
Caught in the flare of our impending dawn
Ashes of a home
Carried with the flow
Babylon,
Aglow tonight for it burns the eternal flame of opulence
Blood in the wool
The venom runs deep within you, delivered are the feeble
Weaker by the hour
And growing used
To everlasting afflictions
Long stigmatized
Our cries erase the blood that soiled this flag
Ambitions running low
Exile far below
There is a force of hidden nature still
Blurring the lines of all that's sacred
Reaching for the eye that lurks within
Vigil to those in ties of kindred
Behold!
The limb that binds us all as one
As one host of the same home
One hostage of the same God -
Greed
Vile is the man that drills the oceans
For he cares not of his demise
Until it's gone...
I inherit the salt of the earth alone
Framed as a god in desolation
Rolling the dice to heed the calls
From a crumbling throne
I inherit the flies of the world alone
I carry the weight of a soul unredeemed
Hear my voice echo on
And soar to ends of the Earth
Frail and scarred
We're finding our way across the edge of time
The course of redemption
For one sin of Nature's own
Is the plight of a nomad
Through the unspeakable awe on him bestowed
The darker sap that now
Drips from the thighs of our mother
Will soon quench the thirst
On those who seek a place in the throne