
From the recording The Distant Infinite
The earth is swollen
A distended belly Pregnant with the rounded gases of pain
And its birthed once again
A demonic and twisted soul
A carrier of justice and lies
Torn from a womb
That’s re-seeded when needed
Vengeance never aims to die
Sorrow is Sorrow
Mounds to foothills
Those foothills to ridges
Soon the sky will hardly remain