The rusted chains dance in the ash
To the echoes of our brothers.
The end is the means and no soul
Is too lost to taste of its rancid deception.
It's when the realms of thought
Dictate our steps that we scratch
Out the truth of existence.
In solve!
A new light is born to shield the unscorn children.
Coagula!
Another page is torn,
The desecration of all primal.
You! I see right through you and
The battalions of blood willing martyrs.
How did you trade the branch of knowledge
For the seeds of perverse decline?
It's when the realms of thought
Dictate our steps that we scratch
Out the truth of existence.
A fleeting idea sanctioned as fact and defended
Beyond all reason, the burden of proof is a
Bridge built on faith, blinded by downward spirals.
A new light is born
To shield the unscorn children.
Another page is torn,
The desecration of all primal.
Solve!
A new light is born to shield the unscorn children
Coagula!
Another page is torn.
