The cinder's combustion is a fleshless reverend
A wooden effigy to the old Gods
An amber blaze preforms as its worship
Heat emanates as a blessing
The shadow of the void illuminated by Luna and her sea of cosmic pearls
Sweet mother Gaia breathes through the swaying fir
Lost voices of the deep brush whisper forgotten fables
The primal has been reignited, a genetic gate to the days of old
With death of the ego and freedom of the soul; We are isolated from the world of nonsense
Chaos and order dance as kindred spirits, ethereal lovers set to swirl in the chasm
