Rivers of Nihil
Ancestral, I
A mask burnt into my skin, ancestral I become
Woven into dust, they're watching me
Now I need the pain, to return, to transcend and to believe
I need the pain
It's all I am
A lesson to be learned
And be forgotten
A mask burnt into my skin, ancestral I become
Woven into dust, they're watching me
To pretend to be detached from the fabric of constant change
To deny a connection to the threads that make you whole (x2)
But hell is what you need
To achieve
And maintain peace
It's what you need
I need the pain
To feel alive
A lesson to be learned
When I shed my skin
To cherish tradition
I will claw beneath the folds
And find ash where the eyes should be
They're collecting what's left of my bones
And putting them in little jars
Adorning them with diamonds
And resting me below the sun
Ancestral I become
And woven into the dust, into the dust
A mask burnt into my skin, ancestral I become
Woven into dust, they're watching me
Now I need the pain, to return, to transcend and to be free