The Undercurrent

Ow

The wound, it bleeds and intensifies as the fire dances all over again

I was a beholder, but now I just join the hunt of no fucking tomorrow

A nightmare that is lucid and awoken has lost its past meaning and is now evermore

For it is our will that manifests and takes a hold of this place

Awakened dust

Ruins arise

For the eruption that ascends will now aim for the sky to reach for the bent star and its viscera-a-a

Ooh

The breath of the storm is now a punctured lung

Interior plains once had winds that sung

But the shrieking, dissonant, corrupted chants have made its way to wake the damned

Damned

Abominations that forces the wagon through the valleys

That enslaves with its terror sublime

The cause of awakening, oh, it's clear at this point

Or some say a revelation of glory in genocide

Bleagh

Stench, the stench may be revolting and so is the source of it too

But soon it will be everything that you know and a source of putrid stench will be everything that you are

You are

Time to die the death, death

The breath of the storm is now a punctured lung

Interior plains once had winds that sung

But the shrieking, dissonant, corrupted chants have made its way to wake the damned

To wake the fucking damned

Damned

Awakened dust

Ruins arise

The blood is smudged and smeared beautifully on the face of man and all his sons

Fear

The undercurrent