Ancient vultures, sentinels, guardians of a future yet to pass Watching over everything, silently waiting for their time en masse Stare into the rift of creation Face what you must fear in the end Portal, gateway, yielding source, of the ichor, breathing life Dead and buried, soil born, sepultural resting place of the wraiths of old Plagued life force, internal parasite Forced, severed, ethereal third eye Blinded to the visions of a paradise lost A blank tapestry, no lesson could heal this frost Our Earth, we walk alone, the teachings of a past aeon Breathing life into the dead tongues of elders gone Sculptured discord, erratic pulse, the slumber of the ancients halts Arctic winds, solar flux, the roots form entombment, spiritual faults We have been wrought by our hubris Our teachings are naught in the eyes of god Blinded to the visions of a paradise lost A blank tapestry, no lesson could heal this frost Our Earth, we walk alone, the teachings of a past aeon Breathing life into the dead tongues of elders gone And the stars will blanket our sky Our warning, heed, the time is nigh The old ones weep for us The old ones weep for all of our time And our stars will shine forevermore And our ships of light upon the shores But you must not weep for us And you must not weep for us all Our passing glance, our shining source, the precipice we dance upon Our passing glance, our shining source, the precipice of life enspawned Our passing glance, our shining source, the precipice we dance upon
