Soil of tomorrow - Tidfall

Lifeless as life itself

Spiritless as spirit itself

I have turned on the world

I have turned on the matter of being

When humanity fades to become what humanity is

Existence become the ever beginning desert

And all but the truth is the burden to bear

What an emerald stone / what a desolate truth

The carrier of a blackened sun

The sun of renewal

Salt is the seal which have sealed the night

It’s vaultes to be opened by sadness alone

Painless as pain itself

Scarless as the scar itself

The world is not what turns around

The world is not what goes around

All that’s left is the grief

Of an existence of searching the nightsky

The carrier of a blackened sun

The sun of renewal

Sad is the constellation

Where the vaults lay hidden

And if I dream of this shining

I await deaths call

The calling for mortal flesh

To fertilize the soil of tomorrow