Текст песни Therapsida - The Weaver

The mother of lies comes to me holding a child in her hands
Face covered with cloth, and its clear his story is dyed in gloom
Don't hide his true identity...
The future weaver of dreams

I tear the veil away and stay there contemplating
The sound of universe heartbeat inside the flesh of the fiend
Why did it take so long to finally have you here ?
I want to taste on the knowledge he holds deep within

Blood drips from the lips
The ritual for the sacred vows
The lies has given a way
To the thirst for lore

This is my lust, this is my ancient curse
I taste the skin with my tongue and my blood runs cold

I call for no forgiveness for the vice I'm on to perform
To see the worlds from my sleep I will give this offering

The infant bleeds from the throat and the blackness enfolds
I absorb what I can, and the sin takes its form
Obscurity collapses over me
I know I have discovered secrets of all

Blood drips from the lips
The ritual for the sacred vows
The lies has given a way
To the thirst for lore