Primordial

The Burning Season

Primordial


Bring the women 
and children before me 
Let us make rivers of their blood 
Bleed for me...I wish it so 
and streams shall meet such rivers 
and seaward they shall flow 

See the shoreline scattered 
with their precious skulls 
See the tide come in 
as blood to meet their bone 
A grotesque promise 
Beneath a crimson sky...a seasons birth 

We'll drown the newborn like unwanted dogs 
and condemn them to their desperate gods 
We'll take a needle, to the arm of the world 
For it is our season 

We'll burn the temples, of the righteous 
Rend them as ashes, to the four winds 
As ashes... to the four winds 
The winds of a new season 

"All is all for the taking, to Rise Phoenix like from the Ashes... 
A twisted and revelatory dream of the new Aeon..."