1. II: METASTASIS (PRIMORDIAL GRIT)

Howling sand
Wind of horrors
Crippling whirl
of unseen pain

Clutch of oppressive terror
Vindictive and shapeless
I beg for reprieve

Born from ruins
In a shroud of glass
Etiolated
Dismembered by time

Howling sand
Wind of horrors
Churning vapors
Primordial grit

Crawl of desperation
Infinite and formless
I plea for release

Born from ruins
In a shroud of glass
Etiolated
Dismembered by time