Testo Bastards Of The Earth

Cursed visions of secret lights
Cast through glass and drawn curtains of fire
Rooms of forlorn abandon
Where the eyes of the mind cannot fathom
Standing in the place where stones of ruins rest unshaken
By intrusions traced through time
On approach light finds the eyes
Thrust into a world
Akin to darkness, ruptured by the sun

A spinning wheel that spells disaster
The circle growing deeper every day

New and overwhelming senses
The warmth arrived and welcomed
Is blinding, white, and deeper into light
Hesistant to enter
Or rather crushed by grave impediment
Incapable of pushing onward
A spirit transmuting

Thrust into a world Akin to darkness, ruptured by the sun

A spinning wheel that spells disaster
The circle growing deeper every day

Impetuous it must be
Stepping out into the unseen
To carve a valley unending
To break from trepidation and be free

Through growth and decay:
Chasing through overgrowth and horrors
Where once was the way
Led to promise and vision of great salvation

A spinning wheel that spells disaster
The circle growing deeper every day

Bastards of the earth
Now standing pillars to the flames
The hardened monuments to wistful misery

Masters of the earth
Erecting pillars within flames
Arduous monuments of listless misery
Arduous monuments of listless misery