Blackened by fire and rubbed smooth By the winds of ages Thorny limbs sticky with dripping sap The tree of life reaches into the skies Throwing shadows across the land
At the base sits the primordial father Waiting to take us home Fair slayer, God of destruction Watch as he pulls a blade from the roots It shines as he opens his veins Spilling his life on the ground
Sucked down to the roots below Feeding the hope of mankind While his blood flows He embraces the ones who have crossed over Light a pyre for this God of the past He will eventually hold us all
