Primal Attunement - The Gloom Epoch Lyrics

Threading through imbricate worlds.
The non-linear veins of time.
A doorway to a doorway from.

Wide open tracts,
The Gloom Epoch.
Encircling horizon.

The aeons scathed
Beast threshold,
Fine antlers swallowed by peat.

Primal attunement,
The ore of blood
Rushing to its magnetic core.

The lodestone of instinct
From Molecular
Depths of vanished time.

The certainty of disintegration.
Time’s relentless advance.

Struck like an arrow
Straight and true
Toward disharmony.

Lava fields,
Peat lands,
Wastes of sand,
Endless migration.

Gleaming black grains
In advancing lines,
Degrading everything.

The present is the aftermath,
Suspended.
Waiting for the fall.