Terra Firma

In death we will ascend, and only in Death will we interview
 That which formed us from this cold Dark lifeless earth
 For it is in this journey that we Evolve into our true state
 We were created in love, and now were Born into hate
 Incontrovertible rest, our darkened Eyes will never open
 And our vision will never be shaded Again
 By the relentless hands of time.
 Our mortal flesh is nothing but a Mantle of corruption
 Unveil and deliver into the hands of Our creator
 To justify our requital. to justify our Atonement
 We were birthed from the ground, and to The ground we shall return.
 We are a breed of dirt.
 We are the eternal
 And although our bodies, stored six Feet deep in their decomposing displays
 Will never witness the light of day, i Arise through the dirt and up past my Grave
 This is the end, this is our final Ascent, great architect of time
 Thunder rolling, nature preparing, for The mighty atmospheric retreat
 Cure me with your wisdom, consume my Heart, en-light my mind, behold the Great harbinger...
 Were are born into hate
 Into hate