Born of Nothing

This black earth descends into a long cold winter
Our awareness shrinks into a formless void
We are of the vermin womb born of nothing
Father and son all is one
Word becomes flesh and the birds will sing our song

Pale and hollow buried in ice
Reach into the depths before the light
Formless void negative terrain
Where tears fall like acid rain

The circle of birth creates chaos within
A burnt pathway blocks thoughts and reality
Spirits of the void in dark despair
A thousand eyes caged in flesh, blood, and bone

Flesh, blood, bone

Your thoughts are never your own
I live in this dark place of unforgiving stone
Cast out as the leper, far beyond the road
The circle of birth creates chaos within

The circle of birth creates chaos within
A burnt pathway blocks thoughts and reality
Spirits of the void in dark despair

In flesh, blood, bone
Flesh, blood, bone