Sunken Head Songtext
von Grip

The spirit commanded the digestion of concealed herbs
Allowing again the consumption of deep dwelling sustenance
Free of repeated pestilence and packed with regeneration
The saved emerge from the water to be confronted by
The echoes of war and retribution, wolves snarling, laughing tearfully


The remaining scurry down deeper tunnels
Upon deep descent where light dare not enter of its own accord, but
Forced by torch, a quieted corpse, the remnants of the rebellious sculptor
Beside him a form erected of damp, gathered clay
A head exquisite and unfamiliar
The sight drives the chosen one mad and uncertain
The maddened one attempts to destroy the head
And erase the final memory of the defiant one

The molded awakened
Speaking through its recent fractured
The one born of conviction warned the remaining ones
Of the tragic fate which is bound to the prophet′s preaching
He tells the desperate of the healing herbs which bear an
Unforeseen consequence

Thou seemed saved bear the curse of eternity
Self-regeneration, internally evolving anew
But thou so soon to follow, so wanting to ascend beyond
The limits instilled by the observer
Are rendered barren, devoid of fertility and incapable of creation
And perpetuation