Circle Of Ouroborus A Root Casket
A lonely melody from the white skeleton keys a distant
sorrowful requiem The suffocating soil transforms into
air to breathe around my narrow realm A maze of roots
under the woods hear my call answered by all all these
kingdoms houses without windows rulers and kings
eyeless they sing A lonely melody accompanied by the
choir of ages it reaches the tops of trees an under
world cult praising the shapeless one icon like
abstract form These mouths suck every drop from our
veins from pleasures and pains Inverse, rebellious
bitter sweetness sprinkling the herbs on this sadness