Arcana (Pt. 1 Threshold)
by Iron Age· from Sleeping Eye
Our fate's a curse immemorial
our grave's this shunned timeless sphere
Nourish the void in our being, the unclean soul
an unborn hope
You will know more
In a desert of aether
Colors will merge
On the Threshold Of All
The terrible vistas imagined
are becoming real, a promised waste
Approaching the barrens ahead us,
they mirrored an age of futile search
You will know more
In a desert of aether
Colors will merge
On the Threshold Of All
The Overflowing Chalice,
The Altered Flame
Become One, Giver and Thief