9.

When I blacked out in the winter months of Capricorn

I had a strange dream that I lived a thousand winter’s gone

A thousand winter’s faded gray and shuttered by the wind

To tell the tale of Lydia, her legacy begins uprising

Unveiling the absurdity in the tragedy of man

And it’s hero the all seeing worm

The pain is born from memory of pleasures unparalleled and pure

In velvet sleep I live the past again

There is no chance to release me, no answer to bring peace

Some people conjure dreaming, sanctified electric karmic burn through

The pigs, they marched from under to pull down the moon

And summon the bringer of doom

Now sullen the demons fade away and summon their final call

Lydia slayed them all

The pain is born from memory of pleasures unparalleled and pure

This is the psalm of Lydia

Oh my sweet Lydia the others have told me it is not your time to leave

It is not your time, you’ve so much more to see

(enviado por godmachine)