Nourisher of ancient lands soon to be depleted of all life, Kiss the cold winter goodbye and reveal the tents of your ascension Healing wounds of emptied hands will cauterize Leaning towards the abyss of a man-made paradise Caught in the flare of our impending dawn Ashes of a home Carried with the flow Babylon, Aglow tonight for it burns the eternal flame of opulence Blood in the wool The venom runs deep within you, delivered are the feeble Weaker by the hour And growing used To everlasting afflictions Long stigmatized Our cries erase the blood that soiled this flag Ambitions running low Exile far below There is a force of hidden nature still Blurring the lines of all that's sacred Reaching for the eye that lurks within Vigil to those in ties of kindred Behold! The limb that binds us all as one As one host of the same home One hostage of the same God - Greed Vile is the man that drills the oceans For he cares not of his demise Until it's gone... I inherit the salt of the earth alone Framed as a god in desolation Rolling the dice to heed the calls From a crumbling throne I inherit the flies of the world alone I carry the weight of a soul unredeemed Hear my voice echo on And soar to ends of the Earth Frail and scarred We're finding our way across the edge of time The course of redemption For one sin of Nature's own Is the plight of a nomad Through the unspeakable awe on him bestowed The darker sap that now Drips from the thighs of our mother Will soon quench the thirst On those who seek a place in the throne