The Damascene Conversions

Beyond the shifting sands

Is an odium to an unknown god

And behind a murderous tide

Is a fawning christ on the other side

Give it life, give it more

Lay another wreath down for Mother War

Unto the ages of ages

Give it time

Beyond the shifting sands

Is an odium to an unknown god

And behind his murderous tide

Is a fawning christ on the other side

Give it life, give it form

Feed the gaping mouth of the stellarvore

The dead will soon be yours

Give it time

Imagine this, if you will

Upon the straight and narrow

A paragon of disharmony

Where one can only dream

Eventually the tide breaks

Into the longest of shadows

The saeculum turns

The candle burns at both ends

Chaos is not the exception

Into the longest of shadows

The saeculum turns

The king will kill his jester

And too, our instincts to laugh

Our first emancipation;

Arisen in vain

In a world as written by liars

The words will come when they ought to

Into the longest of shadows

When the saeculum turns

Into the longest of shadow

The saeculum turns

And the storm will be perfect

Beyond the shifting sands

Is an odium to an unknown god

And behind a murderous tide

Is a fawning christ on the other side

Give it life, give it more

Lay another wreath down for Mother War

Unto the ages of ages

Give it time