CRAWLING FROM THE CHOKING GROUND
SENTIENCE TRAPPED IN STONE RISES
GROWN WITHIN THE GROUND WE STAND
BLINDLY FEEDING OFF THE LAND
WE ARE ROOTED DEEP WITHIN A NEW REALITY
BURNING LIGHT IS QUICK TO FADE
FOR OUR WORLD HAS BEEN UNMADE
THERE IS NOWHERE LEFT TO GROW
WRITHING AGAINST A NAMELESS FORCE
SINKING FURTHER AWAY FROM LIGHT
THE SHAPES OF OUR WORLDS HAVE CHANGED
GROWN WITHIN THE GROUND WE STAND
WE ARE ROOTED DEEP WITHIN A VILE CALAMITY
BURNING LIGHT HAS GONE AWAY
OUR BODIES HAVE BEEN BETRAYED
THERE IS NOTHING LEFT TO KNOW
OUTSIDE OF OUR PRISONOUS SLUMBER