Lyrics Arcana, Pt. 2 - Iron Age

Arcana, Pt. 2

Sacrifice in the image of Ancients
The virgin gift will no longer please
Call upon the dark gulf to invert our sky
The willing beauty to offend her Deceiver
Lay before as she entered the world
A wasteful act the bored gods won’t receive
The Chosen Earth will raise
The wrath of awoken space
If they fail we’ll all remain
Here with this dying star
The Holy house has turned on it’s pilgrim
And all that’s pure has been defiled
Behold the eldest bringer of relief
A final sun before the purest of black
The we’ll pass into the myriad…
«Praise the swirling madness that delivered us»
The void surrounds
The Chosen of Earth will raise
The wrath of awoken space
If they fail we’ll all remain
Here with this dying star