AMARANTHINE [better an apocalypse] کے بول

Deep in the ground, I am breathing Tendons extending to the molten core of the earth like roots Your amaranthine gaze falls upon me Time and space freeze and spontaneously bloom The finest light could never reveal the softness With which you hold me Better a symphony, better an apocalypse Better an apocalypse And he floats above the earth, a spectre Soil to dust and roots to ash Destroy, divine destroyer! Destroy, divine destroyer! Destroy, oh, destroy! The seasons shift with the angle of your glance Laws of nature rendered frozen in your path From where have you come? You ruin us with dearth and famine Yet you cradle us like a child More than anything else that lives and breathes and calls our name Patron saint of the void Oh terror! Oh exuvium!