Whether soaring far aloft Or burrowed deep below Interleaved with roots A pulsing iron does heave I will become the onslaught soon I shall nourish the suffering Oaken fortress that stood for eons Has withered to rubble Though this void envelopes us The emptiness and hatred we share Yield to damnation of bloodshed Drain the carrion and take root Sunder the bond between sole beings The sea may touch the sky at last Eradicate all past generations Become the abhorrence Eyes aflame with innate exasperation Venomous pain realized through telemetry These structures that we bled for Fleeting scaffolds descending towards the earth I will become the onslaught soon I shall nourish the suffering All conflict may be my burden Surrender to the clamoring abyss