Conopy - The Bleeding Earth

In distant I
Of movement still
The trail of absence
Infected will

Of blood thirst rise
No other strive
A lying tongue
Of vision deprived

Now another day
It's just like before
We slaughter mornings epilogue

Crucified by another remission
Since the victim never lie
We're lead by a dead vision
On a bleeding earth

The father and all children
Of a vision turned to rust
Will reach back for one second
Hesitation, fragile lust

"the earth in its entirety,
drenched in blood is nothing but a
vast altar on which every living being must die
until all is devoured, until the wicked is rid,
until death itself is dead, on our,
our bleeding earth"

Crucified by another remission
Since the victim never lie
We're lead by a dead vision
On a bleeding earth


8. We Are Not To Be Of This World

Indivisible patterns meld
Chaotic, neurotic
The purity that was found
Now poisoned

Our legacy, once rare and prodigious
Now collapsed and deteriorated
We are our own demise
Once more, the delight ruins us
Disgust holds no limits
The thoughts and ideas dwell
Within us all to gather the
Tenebrous words used for dismissal
Feeble, and destroy

Through screams of perversion
The discovery of oneself
My chthonic mind, everlasting
In self preservation lies

The soul of our thoughts
Our meld, our legacy
We are not of this world
We are not to be of this world

Through screams of perversion
The discovery of oneself
My chthonic mind, everlasting
In self preservation lies

Indivisible patterns meld
Chaotic, neurotic
Smoldering masses questions our ways
Archaic, kinetic