Lyrics Perennial Ruins - Infecting the Swarm

Perennial Ruins

A tomb made of time
In the darkest depths of the horizon
Its corpse slowly rotting away
The perennial ruins of a king
Yet only the form wastes away
What lies beneath the frail skin
Still carrying what made it unique
Stored in a system evolved to endure
Decades take what is rightfully theirs
Turning bones to dust
Leaving nothing behind
But life always finds a way
Endless repetitions of basic shapes
Among dust and ashes
An ember
Able to scorch all of existence
No movement and no pulse
Nothing to wake the ancient god
The atmosphere in standstill
Above forgotten soil
A reaction
Ever so common
Forming bonds
To create a single drop of life