(Chapter 2 - Forgotten ancestors)
Absent are the skies that tend the winds
It overruns the enraged lands
Surpassed beyond the life bonds
Spitting forth it's blizzard of wars
Of warsof warswars
One's belief and effort shall survive this
Search the oldest form of wisdom that has been inscribed
By the Codex life itself
One's bloom will succeed by the whirlpool of the earth
One's bloom will succeed by the whirlpool of the earth
Unique is the way that balances our key, to negate the unliving
Extractionexclaims the wrath of the valley!
The geyser holes expulse their breaths
Cold emptiness of the enchanted source
That turns the ashes, reducing it to dirt
As the underworld winds teleport the plague
Upon the gargoyles supposed creation
Creationcreationcreation
Withered auras are stolen from their centered bodies
An interiorisation blackened gate is born
The arcs fade from their pounding sphere
Feelings vanished out of their world,
As hate was created onto their land
Onto their landonto their landonto their land
Screaming by mouths of the earth
Hurls of bowling are cast from the hollows
That break the sounds in their thoughts
To lose control in themselves
Unbound lividity
Demonized gargoyles art what thou art
To be forever soulless, burning
Then thou are now weak in nature
>From the rising dawn, you'll be converted horrors
Of the well known bottoms
Bottomsbottomswell known BOTTOMS
One's blossoms revived the whirlwinded vortex
Resurrect from the dryness of the underdepths
But few found this reality
By simply reading one's knowledgein the heart's valley
In the heart's valley
The creators understood the meaning above their way,
Leaving behind the winged carrions
To be forever deminished, burning
Now forgotten asnow forgotten asnow forgotten as
Now forgotten asthe ANCIENT ONES!
One's ancient thee, as
forgotten now
as forgotten now as forgotten now as forgotten now
Burningburning
Now forgotten asnow forgotten asnow forgotten as
Now forgotten asthe ANCIENT ONES