Eons of Thought

Let the earth keep silence before him
As blood spills upon the floor
The door that finally opens

Eons of thought
Ceaseless metamorphosis
The curtain... to the netherworld
Is thread bare

He beheld and drove asunder
The nations
And the everlasting mountains
Were scattered

Eons of thought
Ceaseless metamorphosis

Woe unto him that saith to the wood
Awake
And to the tranquil stone
Arise
Woe to the bearer of this burden
Desolation
The wicked shall devour
The man

Let the earth keep silence before him
As blood spills upon the floor
The door that finally opens

Blood shall be poured out as dust
And the flesh as the dung
Woe to thee that is filthy and polluted
They vomit on themselves

It shapes me
As stone is shaped by the one who carves it
After eons of thought
I have reached the nadir of despair



Credits
Writer(s): Phillip Wood
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