Xen omm
From north
Nemo ante mortem beatus
Nostromo
Siberia
The cradle
Things that made the pain
Wagons
Waves of insanity
Burning black
At the gates
Ten years
The Ground
Sunset of west
The Ground
I am the past, ghost of granite mask
Here they lay, eternal rest.
Here the lay in the nine feet bed.
I am the ground, under blue white sky.
I am tomorrow, the fearless breath.
Here I fall, under ancient sun.
Here I fall, live a life and crawl.
In my blood, in my veins,
in forest leafs, black swamp steam.
Until last day hit to shadow pit.
I am the ground, layers hard and soft.
I am the air, blowing skin ‘o hill.
This is my home, the place I grow.
This is my fate, to live a life and die.