Rot - Atriarch

All is quiet through endless night

Final peace in the dark

Born to die endless night

We return to the fold

All you have done had been done before

And will be done again…

Holy sacred we are crucified

passing judgment in our lives

Life is endless for death feeds life

We return to the fold

So when I die bury me here

with no casket or trinkets from life

I’ll decompose into the earth

So the cycle is whole

Holy sacred we are crucified

In the passing of light

Holy sacred is blood red skies

Final peace in the dark

Endless cycles of passing time

light from darkness as death feeds life

Born to die in endless time

We return to the fold.

As we rot we feed the earth

As blood is spilled life returns

We give ourselves back to the earth

So the cycle is whole

Holy sacred we are crucified

In the passing of light

Holy sacred is blood red skies

Final peace in the dark

Endless cycles passing time

With strange eons death dies

All is rotting we are born to die

With strange eons death may die…

All you have done has been done before

And will be done again

Born to die endless life…