Samsara

The man from another place lays atop his funeral pyre
The deathrone of a king
But not of here
Not of this place
Not of here
Not of this world

Fated Tribe of Shuggnyth
Bearers of the void
Who bore witness to the pillars of creation
To kneel here in the halls of extinction
Behold the tool of your undoing
To light the fire
To shift the poles
To stop the rot
To end the world

The man has seen things
We know
The man has pondered existence
But we know
The man is a conductor
We know it well
The man lives in a dream
We know it all too well
And we never sleep

The solution
Darkness
Only darkness
The void has spoken

To spark life
In the heat death
A seed is planted
No rebirth is without pain

Take us