At Rest Lyrics

Born of the past strife
Existed inane
Reached before his time
Death shrouded in rain
So vicious [sic] a blast of hate
That all [sic] consumed, he feels
A circular seething wall
Mere hours pass to reveal
The face, the stand
The one beckons his soul
Blown beneath the ground

Looking to the sky, it is same
Total funnel fury nondisplayed
Soon a day, that he'll see
Wretched blast above the sea
When it comes, do believe
Our ancestor's wisest sole decree
Is not one for man to thieve
The fate
Closer to the edge
Blown beneath the ground

Chosen for a life so near
Opting for an ocean's leer
Stepping onto land so vague
Watched as every move is made
While reaching toward his death
Toward his death now, reaching
Toward his end now

Once said it came from afar
Becoming alive so chaotically
That it taints, souls absolved
Cleaving, cuts, fall atrocity
when it comes, do believe
Our ancestor's wisest sole decree
This is our world, in regress
Satan gorges on the weakness of man