Fate’s Tangled Thread Songtext
von Tomb Mold

The sickness of death is fatal, contagious
Your body forfeited to sleep
I do not remember the wreckage, I do not remember the waste
There is no place where I am not
Your voice alive in legend
There is no place where I am not
Your voice alive in legend, and as sharp as your ribcage

Rotted, bristling, marked when I bled last
Everlasting dream intravenous
Auric bliss in referentia

They of the grand are enraptured by fate′s tangled thread
And subsist in the current of causality


The last gasp of living breath
My last call lost to the ether

Your voice alive in legend, and as sharp as your ribcage
We each have names only we know

The apocryphal dream I visit every night
The inalienable aura
They lead me to the infinite process
There is nothing left to hear

Go through what has left and gone
There where you lay, stripped as you are
Forbidden to forget

They of the grand are enraptured by fate's tangled thread
There where you lay, stripped as you are

They lead me to the infinite