Soils Unknown / Atnor, Eastern Wetlands Songtext
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Soils Unknown / Atnor, Eastern Wetlands Songtext
And as I awoke to the wind and the cold
I felt the impact of my dismay
I shot up in terror, in hope, my desperations
Taking a hold of the reigns
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Goes the sound of my chest,
I trip over my feet at the beat of my distress,
Was this soil of which god himself rests?
Had the hand of death finally gotten the best
Of me? Of little old me, he who was sought to be a savior of thee
Of me, of a trembling me, sent to this realm
With what to believe? I don′t know!
Was this a sign, was this a test?
The coattails of a sovereignty ascended,
Had I left behind my flesh? I don't know!
For miles I was surrounded by fields,
The golden sun beaming as each blade of life kneeled,
The quality of receptivity blinding brightly in reveal,
Ichor of new life, my wonder becoming unconcealed
I stepped forward into the grass,
The bowing membrane, servants of the vast
Unknown, dragging with me their tide
"So onward I′ll run, till I reach the light"
Crimson tentacles rooted beneath the soils,
The boundless observers blooming tendrils, uncoiled
Their presence oddly familiar,
Refractive dormant voiles of nomadic ideology,
Could they sense my turmoil?
Yes, yes, yet they remain watching and still
My boots carving through the blades as I ran down that hill
The ringing in my ears devoured me, shrill
New world revelation, prophecy of none to be fulfilled
I felt the impact of my dismay
I shot up in terror, in hope, my desperations
Taking a hold of the reigns
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Goes the sound of my chest,
I trip over my feet at the beat of my distress,
Was this soil of which god himself rests?
Had the hand of death finally gotten the best
Of me? Of little old me, he who was sought to be a savior of thee
Of me, of a trembling me, sent to this realm
With what to believe? I don′t know!
Was this a sign, was this a test?
The coattails of a sovereignty ascended,
Had I left behind my flesh? I don't know!
For miles I was surrounded by fields,
The golden sun beaming as each blade of life kneeled,
The quality of receptivity blinding brightly in reveal,
Ichor of new life, my wonder becoming unconcealed
I stepped forward into the grass,
The bowing membrane, servants of the vast
Unknown, dragging with me their tide
"So onward I′ll run, till I reach the light"
Crimson tentacles rooted beneath the soils,
The boundless observers blooming tendrils, uncoiled
Their presence oddly familiar,
Refractive dormant voiles of nomadic ideology,
Could they sense my turmoil?
Yes, yes, yet they remain watching and still
My boots carving through the blades as I ran down that hill
The ringing in my ears devoured me, shrill
New world revelation, prophecy of none to be fulfilled
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