The wound It bleeds and intensifies as the fire dances all over again I was a beholder But now I want join the hunt of no fucking tomorrow A nightmare that is lucid and awoken Has lost its past meaning and is now evermore For it is our will that manifests and takes a hold of this place Awakened dust! Ruins arise! For the eruption that ascends, will now aim for the sky To reach for the bent star and its viscera The breath of the storm is now of a punctured lung Interior plains once had winds that sung But the shrieking, dissonant, corrupted chants Have made its way to wake the damned Damned! Abominations, that forces the wagon through the valleys That enslaves with its terror sublime The cause of awakening, oh it's clear at this point Or some say a revelation of glory in genocide Stench, the stench may be revolting And so is the source of it too But soon it will be everything that you know And a source of putrid stench will be everything that you are You are! Time to die the death! The breath of the storm is now of a punctured lung Interior plains once had winds that sung But the shrieking, dissonant, corrupted chants Have made its way to wake the damned To wake the fucking damned! Damned! Awakened dust! Ruins arise! The blood is smudged and smeared beautifully On the face of man and all his sons Fear The Undercurrent!