I am Where the Foregods Meet

The path I seek
Is not tangible
Yet it calls me forth
To wield the strength impossible mortal

Blood, The key
A, Vessel
For, The spirit

Emerging in patterns like skingraphs a
Doorway
Within us to higher existence through bloodlines
Of pure ones
The only existing
Portal
The ley lines the answer to mystic thought

See whos robbed as if a god
Who stands with pride above the rest
Destroy the ancient nameless fraud
Destroy the one whose death was blessed

I have always known
The way that it ends
Failure of the
Zenith cross

Destined
Rebirth

Blood, The key
A, Vessel
For, The spirit

Existing forever in timeless of parallel
Moments
Cycling through bodies as easy as thinking
Need for
Permanence of material form
Destroy the nameless ancient fraud
Destroy the one whose death was blessed