Tentacles Of The Sun - Virvum
The scourge appears as a formless occurrence
An occult duskfall laid upon the mind
Its concept
Is the art of all gods'
Purpose and coercions
An incarceration engulfing the men we were
Corroborating pale progress
Consuming the thoughts from the captive earth
The words start interweaving
We're deafened unconscious
With no words left to whisper in the wind
The pace of
Progress tied a blindfold
To our palsied faces
Yet again
Its concept
Is the art of all gods'
Purpose and coercions
Engulfing the men we were
Dark earth beyond
Oh elohim descend
As you see us rot
In the glow of his primal deceptive light
Dark earth beyond
Oh elohim descend
As you see us hurt
Ourselves in the treacherous shine of his foul miscreation
Elohim descend
Dark earth beyond
Take this falsehood from us
And deliver us
From the tentacles of the sun
Corroborating pale progress
Consuming the thoughts
From the captive earth
The words start interweaving
We're deafened unconscious
The pale eyes flickering sickness fed
The pace of
Progress tied a blindfold
To our palsied faces
Yet again
Its concept
Is the art of all gods'
Purpose and coercions
An incarceration
Engulfing the men we were
Engulfing the men we were
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