Soil to Stone - Mouth Of The Architect

Slit wrist life and limb to that which is unknown

Sunchild breathe light waiting to expire

Today a grave for a sadness evermore

Insect sun of lucid skin

Bury your spine when soil turns to stone

The masses comatose

Marching into the storm

Bereft of all — take my soul

Lay my weary head to rest