Is it not ironic
How your favorite dread
Is the matrix in which you were formed?
The unfathomable dark of a realm arcane
And burrowed far below
The grain sprouts deep beneath the soil
Where sunlight will never, ever, ever reach
Behold, from darkness we come
That shelter where all life is formed
Ascend, to darkness, we sail
Eternal refuge of the soul
The darkness of night goes out
When dawn befalls in the time
Between the times
And the grain in the soil, buried deep
Shall not bear fruit unless it dies
In the dark of Antumnos
The Awen waves and life is conceived
Behold, from darkness we come
That shelter where all life is formed
Ascend, to darkness, we sail
Eternal refuge of the soul
How your favorite dread
Is the matrix in which you were formed?
The unfathomable dark of a realm arcane
And burrowed far below
The grain sprouts deep beneath the soil
Where sunlight will never, ever, ever reach
Behold, from darkness we come
That shelter where all life is formed
Ascend, to darkness, we sail
Eternal refuge of the soul
The darkness of night goes out
When dawn befalls in the time
Between the times
And the grain in the soil, buried deep
Shall not bear fruit unless it dies
In the dark of Antumnos
The Awen waves and life is conceived
Behold, from darkness we come
That shelter where all life is formed
Ascend, to darkness, we sail
Eternal refuge of the soul
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