Striding the Chasm 1349

[Verse 1]
At the edge of existence
Firm on ground, growing roots like swords
Speak the hidden words
Trailing karmic death
Dark ore of obscurity
Enrooted from blood soil
Void-birthed from flesh of gods
From the scorched abyss
Black veins branching through cosmic soil
The rotting edge ever closer
Chasing fire, the opening of the bones
Towards the subdivided levels
Detach disintegrating soul
Towards eternity and far away from time
Follow blackest beacon through the mist of man
It has always been here
Weaving into the fabric of flesh
Striding further into darkness
Roots so old, touching soul

[Chorus]
Striding the chasm

[Verse 2]
Upon black clouds of magic
Turn earth to flesh and sun to gold
Beyond underworld maelstrom
Hunger of the arcane hand of old