Anamnesis II: A Dry, Sterile Thunder, Without Rain Songtext
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...And the feeling body shudders and lurches on the edge
Quaking with dead inertia- a caged oak
suppressed from the instant that seed took root
in earth the promised of a monolith.
All I see are saplings shackled to stone
a genocide of all we've sown.
I am waiting for the great abate
Thunder claps, but no water falls.
Thunder claps, and no water will fall.
Shattered Ouroboros: I feel the mountain within;
the sea, the soil, the sky;
Suffocating under ten-millennia coil:
Shattered Ouroboros.
I call thee, hark...
Devoid of metamorphosis, twisted larvae starve.
Megaflora extinction, an era of gynocide.
I call thee, hark Ares! I call thee, hark...
Apocalyptic atavism!
"Here, one can neither stand, nor lie, nor sit. There is not even silence in the mountains, but dry, sterile thunder, without rain."
I await the flood in rusting chains,
for a fertile thunder that reeks of rain.
Quaking with dead inertia- a caged oak
suppressed from the instant that seed took root
in earth the promised of a monolith.
All I see are saplings shackled to stone
a genocide of all we've sown.
I am waiting for the great abate
Thunder claps, but no water falls.
Thunder claps, and no water will fall.
Shattered Ouroboros: I feel the mountain within;
the sea, the soil, the sky;
Suffocating under ten-millennia coil:
Shattered Ouroboros.
I call thee, hark...
Devoid of metamorphosis, twisted larvae starve.
Megaflora extinction, an era of gynocide.
I call thee, hark Ares! I call thee, hark...
Apocalyptic atavism!
"Here, one can neither stand, nor lie, nor sit. There is not even silence in the mountains, but dry, sterile thunder, without rain."
I await the flood in rusting chains,
for a fertile thunder that reeks of rain.
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