Rot

All is quiet through endless night
Final peace in the dark
Born to die endless night
We return to the fold
All you have done had been done before
And will be done again…
Holy sacred we are crucified
passing judgment in our lives
Life is endless for death feeds life
We return to the fold
So when I die bury me here
with no casket or trinkets from life
I’ll decompose into the earth
So the cycle is whole
Holy sacred we are crucified
In the passing of light
Holy sacred is blood red skies
Final peace in the dark
Endless cycles of passing time
light from darkness as death feeds life
Born to die in endless time
We return to the fold.
As we rot we feed the earth
As blood is spilled life returns
We give ourselves back to the earth
So the cycle is whole
Holy sacred we are crucified
In the passing of light
Holy sacred is blood red skies
Final peace in the dark
Endless cycles passing time
With strange eons death dies
All is rotting we are born to die
With strange eons death may die…
All you have done has been done before
And will be done again
Born to die endless life…