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This black earth descends into a long cold winter

Our awareness shrinks into a formless void

We are of the vermin womb. Born of nothing

Father and son. All is one

Word becomes flesh and the birds will sing our song

Pale and hollow. Buried in ice

Reach into the depths before the light

Formless void. Negative terrain

Where tears fall like acid rain

The circle of birth creates chaos within

A burnt pathway blocks thoughts and reality

Spirits of the void in dark despair

A thousand eyes caged in flesh, blood, and bone

Flesh, blood, bone

Your thoughts are never your own

I live in this dark place of unforgiving stone

Cast out as the leper, far beyond the road

The circle of birth creates chaos within

The circle of birth creates chaos within

A burnt pathway blocks thoughts and reality

Spirits of the void in dark despair

In flesh, blood, bone

Flesh, blood, bone