Cara Neir - Red Moon Foreboding

Untold mythos thought to strike from Heavens boring holes the size of geo-metros
From under our earth they conspire with worms
These planted seeds, they're waiting to transform
Constant assaults, targets ignorant and tame, the strong enslaved
Flowering blacks have raped the clays, our saviors push me under mind
No morning sun to rise and poke your eyes
Blacked out by tides that seek to cleanse your life
Exploiting systems gathering what we need to survive
No more sun to come and wake you from your lie
Fold like a deck of cards, a subservient man abhorred