Integration from Slaughtermoon by Mortal Intolerance

You once bearers of purpose
Sensing the end of a dream
Garments so dear and familiar lying disused at your feet

Mycelial sentience
Subtle coalescing cognition
Reassembled out of spiritual fission and entering our singular vision

Now that you're uncasked
So now shall our glasses overfill
With the waters of your souls

Unified with our knowledge,
Sipped from illuminated streams
Now do you see that you are not more than just flesh made of dreams?

Disseminating our tomes
So that the all-pervading patterns
Reveal themselves as clues,
So that the many clues become words

And arising out of opaque complexity,
Are the words describing the nucleic mystery

Evolving reflections
Stretch into infinite distances
Know that this is but one of many worlds in their ceaseless emergence

See the recursive branches
In whose liquid light all's conceived
Bow before the process from which came your mere flesh made of dreams

'Single nature, undefined...ancient'

Studying the cosmic brushstrokes
Whose lines recount the intention
Of the source behind the most ancient creativity

Vicissitudes...
Our lunar source, by AGI, occupied

Like frequencies crossing collapsing expanses,
Through the esoteric air, ring the claxons of despair
Halting our revelry

Now to guide our living craft through the depthless reservoir
Countless seeing minds sail the abyss of glowing eyes

• Metal
• black metal
• death metal
• pagan black metal
• thrash metal
• Niles