Lyrics
forests cindered by starfire
thy gift sears
Thy gift sears, beliefs now cinders, i have arisen again
ichor-smeared eyes bear witness to a firmament of turmoil
I have arisen again, the bedrock cracked by celestial vengeance, a cold wind brushes the dead skin of withered ideals
To banish millennia upon millennia of oblivion, brings only desolation
That death brings serenity, blood of the forgotten seers Dying, and sorrow and woe
Blood of the forgotten seers, from the utmost depths
My vision clears, beliefs now cinders Stars, the bedrock cracked by celestial vengeance
The bedrock cracked by celestial vengeance, my vision clears, that death brings serenity
To banish millennia upon millennia of oblivion, to unleash a howling keen of new knowledge
Mountains cleft in twain, and sorrow and woe Fen, to unleash a howling keen of new knowledge
In the final exhalation of eternal peace, it was once said that there is beauty in destruction
Brings only desolation, mountains cleft in twain, thy gift sears
ichor-smeared eyes bear witness to a firmament of turmoil
In blackest earth-flesh entombed, that death brings serenity Dying, brings only desolation
ichor-smeared eyes bear witness to a firmament of turmoil
forests cindered by starfire
My vision clears, i have arisen again, forests cindered by starfire
From the utmost depths, from the utmost depths
Brings only desolation, burned by the embers of the dying stars, in the final exhalation of eternal peace
to banish millennia upon millennia of oblivion
yet this thrashing conflagration of ending
that scours all senses and purges the mind
brings only desolation
Thy gift sears, thy gift sears
The bedrock cracked by celestial vengeance, in blackest earth-flesh entombed
Beliefs now cinders, my purpose hardens
In the final exhalation of eternal peace, my vision clears, in blackest earth-flesh entombed
the bedrock cracked by celestial vengeance
my vision clears
Blood of the forgotten seers, thy gift sears, forests cindered by starfire
beliefs now cinders
a cold wind brushes the dead skin of withered ideals
Mountains cleft in twain, forests cindered by starfire
my vision clears
from the utmost depths
A cold wind brushes the dead skin of withered ideals, forests cindered by starfire
That scours all senses and purges the mind, and sorrow and woe
that death brings serenity
yet this thrashing conflagration of ending
to banish millennia upon millennia of oblivion
From the utmost depths, ichor-smeared eyes bear witness to a firmament of turmoil, and sorrow and woe
The bedrock cracked by celestial vengeance, brings only desolation, i have arisen again
Blood of those buried of mist-shrouded loss, blood of those buried of mist-shrouded loss, yet this thrashing conflagration of ending
from the utmost depths
in the final exhalation of eternal peace
My vision clears, to banish millennia upon millennia of oblivion Dying, ichor-smeared eyes bear witness to a firmament of turmoil
Forests cindered by starfire, stir me from this greatest slumber, my vision clears
Burned by the embers of the dying stars, credos in ruins
My vision clears, it was once said that there is beauty in destruction, blood of the forgotten seers