The Great Divide

THE RISING OF THE CENTURY
DID NOT BRING CATHARSIS
THE RISING OF THE CENTURY
DID NOT BRING SALVATION
THE CRACK IS GETTING DEEPER
THE FLAMES ARE BURNING HIGHER
LOST AND HUNTED REFUGEES
ARE CHANTING IN THE CIRCLE
THE PREDATORS OF THE GREAT DIVIDE
ARE CUTTING THEIR THROATS
SLICING THEIR GUTS
AND DRINKING THEIR BLOOD
THIS WORLD WAS ALWAYS FERTILE
AT THE ROOT OF OUR TONGUES
OUR TONGUES WERE ALWAYS CUT
AT THE ROOT OF OUR WORDS
WE HAVE REACHED THE GOOD AND EVIL
AND WE DIDN’T SPEAK MUCH
BLOODY SOIL — FERTILE LAND
BLOODY SOIL — FERTILE LAND
BUT THEN WE HAD TO LEAVE
TO GO FURTHER
THROUGH BLISTERING HEAT
CHASING DEATH
ERASING DISTANCE
DEVOURING TIME WITH
INFINITE GREED
NOW WE ARE HERE
SENSITIVE TO SHADOWS
SPEAKING TO THE DEAD
AND BURNING ALIVE
IN OUR RITUAL SONGS
THE SKY IS SET ALIGHT AS THOUGH THE STARS
WERE AT WAR
THE DESERT IS BURNING
WITH COLD FLAMES
WHITE ASTRONAUTS
ARE REFLECTED ON THE SURFACE
GOLDEN MOUNTAINS
ARE SHINING IN THE DISTANCE
THIS IS THE BLACK CIRCLE
AND THIS THE BLACK CROSS
THIS IS THE DARK FUNERAL AT MIDNIGHT
A BLOODY HORIZON
HAS CONSUMED THE SUN
IN THE MACHINE
2000 AND ONE