Lyrics
The blood of the elders coming to pass the snake eats of its tail until we circle the drain.
Flesh in the mouth, blood on the teeth this monster died while snarling.
The past becomes the future.
The future becomes a sentence.
That sentence spells out our death.
The cannibalized pieces of history we cling to.
Written in pen to never be undone, our names pass over.
We claim the horizon as the winds call his name.
He is the runner, he is the destroyer of elders, he is the eater of flesh, he is the shadow rising.
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