Eschaton Songtext
von Mesmur

Soil burning, set back
Nothing left to devour
Extinction, the storm
No relief

Flame, white, green
Utterly blind
Mortal, dementia, die extinct
Scattered throughout existence
Chronic, cross, war breaks here
Omit your instinct


A silent moment
Clouds are swimming
The fatal breath of the soliaceous star
Solace will be a liquid fire
First flame, scorched dark
Death cloudYour heat
Refined
Dissipation
Is the space you occupy
I′m tired of living in a world that's
Unknowable, irrational
Just as the world itself
Unbearable, insipid, inscrutable
Such a scandal that I can′t face you
Releasing to be fueled by you
I'm so bad at the cold
My face is filled with blood
My heart beats
And so I think I'm too cold