Born of Nothing کے بول

This black earth descends into a long cold winter Our awareness shrinks into a formless void We are of the vermin womb born of nothing Father and son all is one Word becomes flesh and the birds will sing our song Pale and hollow buried in ice Reach into the depths before the light Formless void negative terrain Where tears fall like acid rain The circle of birth creates chaos within A burnt pathway blocks thoughts and reality Spirits of the void in dark despair A thousand eyes caged in flesh, blood, and bone Flesh, blood, bone Your thoughts are never your own I live in this dark place of unforgiving stone Cast out as the leper, far beyond the road The circle of birth creates chaos within The circle of birth creates chaos within A burnt pathway blocks thoughts and reality Spirits of the void in dark despair In flesh, blood, bone Flesh, blood, bone