Stream of Life // Flow of Death

Wield fire to cut the air
Ascend higher to fall
Ignite the sacred flare within
To burn brighter than them all

I seek the ansuz
I crave the answers
To this riddle of blood
Riddle of blood

Stream of life
Flow of death
Riddle of blood
River of blood

The air is thick with silence
A deafening chant of the waste
The wandering seek the translation
They strive to bend their fate

The broken will cherish the dead
Burdened be their minds
For what truly felled those men
Who were led by the blind

The nothingness raised no sword
The silence spoke no spell
Seek the patterns of light in darkness
Traverse your own personal form of hell

We seek so aggressively for the light
That we create the blackest wound
In the subconscious pools of our kind
We've birthed the devil anew

A serpent gnaws at the roots
And lurks in the tarn
And fears the thunder we all might wield
If we weren't all so blind

The blood will show us the way
The blood is all that's known
Like an estuary to the lake of life
Connecting us to all that came before

Wield fire to cut the air
Ascend higher to fall
Ignite the sacred fire within
To burn brighter than them all
Than them all