Ancient currents that have long fallen into oblivion.
From cataclysmic catacombs.
The opening, the opening of dead gates.
Like a dark cosmic orgasm.
Forgotten energy resurrected.
Dead gates.
In twisted shapes, incomprehensible.
For those who now walk in lost flocks.
From cataclysmic catacombs.
The opening, the opening of dead gates.
From times, without time.
Old echoes return from the now wide-open dead gates.
We used to call it death and life.
But wisdom has since long been forgotten, (oh) the wisdom has since long been forgotten.
The opening of dead gates resets everything again.
The reset of all again.
