Tentacles of the Sun

The scourge appears as a formless occurrence

An occult duskfall laid upon the mind

Its concept

Is the art of all gods'

Purpose and coercions

An incarceration engulfing the men we were

Corroborating pale progress

Consuming the thoughts from the captive earth

The words start interweaving

We're deafened unconscious

With no words left to whisper in the wind

The pace of

Progress tied a blindfold

To our palsied faces

Yet again

Its concept

Is the art of all gods'

Purpose and coercions

Engulfing the men we were

Dark earth beyond

Oh Elohim descend

As you see us rot

In the glow of his primal deceptive light

Dark earth beyond

Oh Elohim descend

As you see us hurt

Ourselves in the treacherous shine of his foul miscreation

Elohim descend!

Dark earth beyond

Take this falsehood from us

And deliver us

From the tentacles of the sun!

Corroborating pale progress

Consuming the thoughts

From the captive earth

The words start interweaving

We're deafened unconscious

The pale eyes flickering sickness-fed

The pace of

Progress tied a blindfold

To our palsied faces

Yet again

Its concept

Is the art of all gods'

Purpose and coercions

An incarceration

Engulfing the men we were

Engulfing the men we were!