Ergosphere Lyrics


Five daggers of evil,

Calm the tide of bereavement;

Five dangers of evil,

Attempt to engross the faith.

Flow under the blackness,

Of the still and oily haven,

Felt through the touch,

Of levitation in the void;

Slice the fingers, attempt to struggle out,

Release the guts; splash the floor you step on.

Dust, Dragging, Delusion, Despise.

Drown, Ashes, Circle, Outside.

Momentum, the field, to devour, God!

Sacrament, pain, burn, whip, revival!