The Moth Gatherer - Still Life Slumbers Here

The ascension of oceans A depth charging sun sinks Explosions below the light Water reflects the roof of the world The view is dim and vast Infinite painful beauty Rivers of a broken past to cross In this moment of slow clarity With a tear in the veil A place within the earth bleeds through This universe will collapse onto the sky Waves of worlds floods the haven of consciousness The landscape grows barren Colors turn monochromatic Age has blessed these roots beneath the earth Still life slumbers here Death is the relief they have all been waiting for