The Woven Art Lyrics

It comes to take me. In its woven chamber. To winding. To life. To take my last breath. In it's hands. All the rivers rot. In it's hands. All the heavens rot. In it's hands. In the lost ages. Of it's sneaky arts. It holds me. To steal. My shine that last forever. In it's hands. In it's hands. All the rivers rot. In it's hands. All the heavens rot. In it's hands. When it's dark. When it's cold. When the sun eclipse forever. Then it's time. The it's wrote. Then it's ready to transform. Now call me isolation. Death and life rotation. Now call me god of the woven art.