Arcana, Pt. 2 - Iron Age

Sacrifice in the image of Ancients

The virgin gift will no longer please

Call upon the dark gulf to invert our sky

The willing beauty to offend her Deceiver

Lay before as she entered the world

A wasteful act the bored gods won’t receive

The Chosen Earth will raise

The wrath of awoken space

If they fail we’ll all remain

Here with this dying star

The Holy house has turned on it’s pilgrim

And all that’s pure has been defiled

Behold the eldest bringer of relief

A final sun before the purest of black

The we’ll pass into the myriad…

«Praise the swirling madness that delivered us»

The void surrounds

The Chosen of Earth will raise

The wrath of awoken space

If they fail we’ll all remain

Here with this dying star