The Burning Season - Primordial

Bring the women

and children before me Let us make rivers of their blood

Bleed for me… I wish it so and streams shall meet such rivers

and seaward they shall flow

See the shoreline scattered

with their precious skulls

See the tide come in as blood to meet their bone

A grotesque promise

Beneath a crimson sky… a seasons birth

We’ll drown the newborn like unwanted dogs

and condemn them to their desperate gods

We’ll take a needle, to the arm of the world

For it is our season

We’ll burn the temples, of the righteous

Rend them as ashes, to the four winds

As ashes… to the four winds

The winds of a new season

«All is all for the taking, to Rise Phoenix like from the Ashes…

A twisted and revelatory dream of the new Aeon…»