1. THE WAYS OF OLD

This world is evil

Purge the earth
Of all unrighteous filth
Bring forth a fresh plague
That life may begin anew

Cleanse this sphere
Let nature's course consume
May those that remain
Inherit terra firma pure

We are a cancer
Devouring, destroying
The soil, water, air
Despite ourselves

We are the cure
If returned to the natural ways
A divine order of old
Set in place by our creator


2. ALL THAT IS LEFT IN SHADE

Time is genocide
Of all my dreams
With age and wisdom
I now abort them
To alleviate their birth pain

Too many seeds planted
Too little harvest to show
My ambitions withered
My spirit broke

With each new day
I lament the rising sun
It's golden light a beacon
For the death of yesterday

Dusk brings mourning
Buried in darkness
Its ghosts will haunt me
With all that is left in shade

I will seek to bear witness
To days without names
Taste the blood of a savior
Living water flowing
From a never-ending stream