Mouth Of The Architect - Soil to Stone Remastered

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Slit wrist life and limb to that which is unknown
Sunchild breathe light waiting to expire
Today a grave for a sadness evermore
Insect sun of lucid skin
Bury your spine when soil turns to stone
The masses comatose
Marching into the storm
Bereft of all — take my soul
Lay my weary head to rest