Maitreya Lyrics

Found it in the drab of dusk
Inside the grove by the ruined road
A meeting point of souls
Old and pulled together close
To the conjuring
Far from the machine
And all the hells of the mind
And all the other slaves, whores
And merchants of such kind

These woods sing to me a song
An ode to pale light in swelling darkness
Ripe with vampires bleeding oil

Coiling trunks, they move to shape a doorway
Oaken mouth yawn agape
Once I pass, I feel the wounds may wither
Give the body to the woods

Cruel ice covers the earth
All of the engines are off
Tools and devices lost
Let's leave this house to decay
There is only distance to cross

In my youth I zealously donned the robes of sloth
Of foolish pride and fever for all things undone
Burn in your mind this image of a world
As real as anything else
Hidden in the rustle of pine and oak, the temple stands
Where all the senses awaken
Wither the veil that suffocates
Offer the host the wreckage
What she can salvage she surely will

Things without a meaning
Taste, smell or feel
Words without a substance
With those you were besieged

See those before you
Swimming in the froth of
Jaws devouring all