Cult Of Luna

Shun The Mask

Cult Of Luna


Keep in mind the numbers that are aligned
One by one, compared and dissolved
He delivered the righteous

A fluid tone of gray
There is nothing to harbor
There is no place to linger

Never did we chase the light
Out of darkness but into the night
Never forget, never repent
Surrender the will of mind

Shun the veil
Shun the mask

With intention to free the mind
He turned back around to devour his own kind