Upon These Stones - Psycroptic

Drawn to sacred earth again

One final breath

Wisdom of the few

Upon these stones of power

Lurking mouling minds

Sweet poison falls like rain

The might of the fallen passed down

Seeking solitude against the few

Minds open to the path ahead

Enlightened state mistaken for sickness

So many questions, so little answers

The hymns of nature never heard

Lurking mouling minds

Sweet poison falls like rain

The might of the fallen passed down

Seeking solitude against the few