Grass Ritual from ADVENT by Troughborn Son
Tracklist
| 4. | Grass Ritual | 3:59 |
Lyrics
The field in which we gather this night
Betrayed before the masses this fire be damned
The greed of these dark forces we share
Transfixed beyond the ego
Their self righteous glare
Ever before the trumpets
This war we declare
Weaponized disillusion
Distractions we welcome with violent repair
Sacrifice what ails you
Look at what you’ve become
Eyes are cold and angry
As we pray for the son
This hatred which we feed on this night
So in love with the illusion
This nightmare we share
The sentence we inhabit skin tight
A gift of generations
Now dust in the air
Ever before the trumpets
This war we declare
Weaponized disillusion
Distractions we welcome in violent repair
This is the passing of the final rights
may this sunset be out last
Objectified in all manner of ways as we stumble on this path
Vilified
In this we die
Trade the future for the past
This is the parting of the final ways
May this morning be our last
Let me be god
Let me dead in their eyes
Let me be god
You’ll never see me with your eyes
