Born from the nether
Emerged from the earth
Light of the father fading
Whispering hymns
Sacrament of the Soil Born
Emerged from the Mire I cleanse
The hollow floor, a cradling womb
A perfect image of disease and decay
We will rot away
Through the thorn, the fire, and ash
Everything ends and we cease to exist
The bridges burn in ethereal flame
The rеsurrection of my eternal bеing
Blistered I crawl through the mud
As I rise, the wind starts to sing
The sweet whispers bring me to my knees
The forest mother calls my name
Bleak, the wood grows silent
All living, will cease
My touch is diseased
Sacrament of the Soil Born
Emerged from the Mire I cleanse
In the wake of my tarnished soul
The bleeding martyrs will call to me
As they flee from the fathers light
They will fall to the wretched waste
Blistered I crawl through the mud
As I rise, the wind starts to sing
The sweet whispers bring me to my knees
The forest mother calls my name
Sacrament of the Soil Born
Emerged from the Mire I cleanse