...the endless knot .... the holy grove... ...the threshold ... the place beyond... ...I enter, like a newborn child.... Embracing the eternal Like
na brictom uidluias uidlu tgontias so adgagsona severim tertionicnim ldssatim liciatim eianom uoduiuoderce lunget uonid ponc nitixsintor sises dscelinatia
[Instrumental]
What did I close in here? I can't remember ever shedding tears o'spite On this ground, cropping up the fatal frontline Like a soot-blackened palisade
I, the vermin, the leader, the failure Brother, I shall not weep when you meet your doom Not again I shall be your saviour This nation is moribund, you
A nexus fruition Whirling cognition Ulterior, the failing of words A pageant to leave me bewildered Lurch at the sight of the clandestine ascendancy
Dro, o D?, tovo anextlo, Cue ir anextlo, nertos, Cue ir nertos, Skyans, Cue ir Skyans, Gothvos, Cue is Gothvos, Gothvos ar v???Cue is Gothvos ar v???
Sa senit conectos Onda bocca nene Rionti onda boca ne On barnaunom ponc nit Issintor sies eianepian Digs ne lisantim ne licia Ne rodatim biont Utu semnanom
Andedion uediiumi diiiuion risun Artiu mapon aruerriiatin, mapon aruerriiatin Lopites sni e??dic sos brixtia anderon Lucion floron nigrinon adgarion
Mysteries of life, mysteries of death Mysteries of mountain and forest, mysteries of nature Mysteries of the sky, mysteries of the earth Mysteries of
The light, the life, the strength, the harvest, gratefulness In four moons the antlered on will go to rest
Who Will Measure the dimensions of antumnos? Who can tell the gauge of its veil? Who can manifest the size of its maw? And infer the value of its stones
I raise my hand against ye, thief! For we're accustomed to receive, Not to give hostages Hear these words! deeds are overt! As chaos evolves In worthless
ba bixse uenerianum ad ebriureco suaueloslan slanossiIetum sualido contilossi (ie sittem mongnatixsouim) [English translation:] We're on the cusp of
Welcome to the land of questions Welcome to the isle of lore Where the veil came crumbling down There it all began, The germination Unveiling a cryptic
While the noose is tightening You still sit here on your fleeting throne So busy with your own little feuds And your own blinker crowns But we all are
