Drain of Incarnation

When the trade had happened
 They could barely notice
 Acting undefeated
 As if the breed were their own blood
 Getting integrated
 With the knowledge of it
 As they feed it on enamel, nail and bone
 I can tell you confidently
 That whatever you believe in
 You would throw it all away
 And beg a god in any heaven
 To rid your brain of how it feeds
 Taking the place of us
 Our kind made to grow into
 Ignis Nativitas
 Hatching to immolate
 Newly woken lit on fire
 Many of them enter
 Mended all together
 Burning in a whaling alter
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 Defects erupt from the bowers
 Competing without cause or intent
 For a chance to live
 Riding up the root of rotting
 Intertwining infant limb and natal liquid
 Leaking out of every tunnel
 In the blackened multitude
 Of ever growing living yelling tar
 When the trade had happened
 They could barely notice
 Acting undefeated
 As if the breed were their own blood
 Getting integrated with the knowledge of it
 As they feed it on enamel, nail and bone
 I can tell you confidently
 That whatever you believe in
 You would throw it all away
 And beg a god in any heaven
 To rid your brain of how it feeds
 Taking the place of us
 Our kind made to grow into
 Ignis Nativitas
 Hatching to immolate
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 In the drain of incarnation
 In the drain of incarnation
 Ripped from the scape
 Peeling of like bark and floating
 Around the wreath
 Of terminated incubation
 Drawing inward
 Taking with it all the rotting fruit that fall
 In and around it
 In a violent cyclical drain of incarnation
 Boanet
 Grown and fed had taken flight
 To our world
 Riding on the reveries
 Of the unborn and dreaming young
 Futile and undefined
 Minds thrown
 On the track of banshee talon
 Boanet
 Grown and fed had taken flight
 To our world
 Riding on the reveries
 Of the unborn and dreaming young
 Futile and undefined
 Minds thrown
 On the track of banshee talon
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 Torn under claw in the wake of their flight
 They manipulate the venom
 Flowing in them to eliminate us
 Spiraling into the drain of incarnation
 Into the drain of incarnation
 Spiraling into the drain of incarnation
 Into the drain of incarnation
 Spiraling into the drain of incarnation
 Into the drain of incarnation
 The pulse of the tide rip our remains
 Forever into the drain of incarnation
 Boanet
 Grown and fed had taken flight
 To our world
 Riding on the reveries
 Of the unborn and dreaming young
 Futile and undefined
 Minds thrown
 On the track of banshee talon
 Boanet
 Grown and fed had taken flight
 To our world
 Riding on the reveries
 Of the unborn and dreaming young
 Futile and undefined
 Minds thrown
 On the track of banshee talon
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 Taken by the pull of tide
 Into the drain of incarnation
 Riding on the reveries
 Of the unborn and dreaming dead