Knot - Elder

Rising up.

Broken down by will of time.

Swallow pride, wake you up divine.

Protects the low.

Watching those who will not shine.

What is lost, we will find.

Gave up lifetime.

Not on time, set shows the den.

The center moves the spineless free.

Senses are dead.

Push your head, but cannot see.

Can’t look back up from the deep.

This side the wind keeps blowing.

Yet cuts me to the bone.

And now these hearts keep beating.

No gestures cold as stone.

The falling spade.

The wheel to blame the warning now.

Onto a burning massive flame.

The heavy fate to soon create will never die.

What still belongs possess the threat.

This doubtless spree of chaos.

Woven into the skies.

No gods of ancient ages.

A coven we despise.