Seeds of the Desolate [DVD]

                                  Shifting silent shades

of seething thoughts abroad

Amuck in shallow graves

not of solid Earth

Silhouette charades

of cascading shattered walls

Confusing conscience craves

but we must not fall...



At the first sign of light

We approached the once closed door

A gaping hole to that beyond

Where men should go no more



Descending stairs of icy stone

Carved by man himself

We built these frigid cavern halls

Where limbonic lives have crept



The seeds of the desolate

Sown in the blood of ourselves

The seeds of the desolate

Have we forever failed?



We stepped into that swallowing void

Exchanging life for death

Descending downward ever intent

Taking life from our fellow man



I speak to fragile forms in moving mass

To men with intent awry

To solid forms of Earthen mind

Whose burden equals mine