The Antediluvian Fire Letra

Thrown on a pyre, its mythos inspired.
Fading away, the prophet, the sage.

God damns us to fire, and my lye will wash over you...

We're born into the foul design.
We take it with ease, you know it's not right.
The needing to know, it's a common desire.
They're feigning control, conspire.
Why deny?
You know you feel it, the old erratics, the ghosts in static.
You know not, what you call out.
More fire!
Wade out to the gyre...

As we roam, a shore is shown...
It ushers in the fearless and the meek.

Don't you see?
We're searching on shorelines...
We'll stoke the fire, but ignore the tide... it's failed to rise.

Look up!
The force!
The calm!
The storm!