Salvation Rite Lyrics

The rivers turn to spite us
By slowly feeding us poison,
The sea spits at us debris
On which its slowly choking.

One by one, the beasts and creatures resignedly turn to exit,
This plain which every second,
Is less worth the fight of saving.

I wonder if the animals know something's wrong,
At least the ones we haven't enslaved.
I wonder if the animals know something's wrong,
Do they think that they are to blame?
I wonder if they have stories,
Some beautifully written lore,
A tragically useless explanation,
Equal in delusion to the religions of men?

Liminal:
The start of the insurrection,
The inevitable hurtling chaos,
The slowly dawning realisation,
Of the ardour that faces us.

Liminal:
The absurdity, the terror,
The reluctant understanding,
The actions we must make
would be deliverance and cessation.