From dust into atom
From life into rift
From cell into man
From hand into fist
Dead pitch black
This mortal plague
A dead low tide
In starless reign
Can't see the forest
Through all these trees
Eyes on the riches
As the husk seethes
Dead pitch black
This mortal plague
A dead low tide
In starless reign
We carved spears into bombs
All our hands aimed to god
Hot nights in the dripping north
And we are the slayer
Burning skin in the dripping heat
And we are the victim
Dead pitch black
This mortal plague
A dead low tide
In starless reign
Just wild apes
We kill and spew
And yell and scream
Without a clue
Where we're from
Or where we go
Where we're from
Or where we go
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