Golden Mouth of Ruin - Archspire

Rearranging time

In the glaring Golden Mouth of Ruin

We reenact the life

Boanet precreates in their glowing gape

Their dislocating bite

To become the law of all our endeavors

Gutting our belief to reel us

Everyone of our memories gone

Bow unto the Boanet embracing our defeat

To the new path they implant we are tide

A.U.M.

digging into me

Said to record our every vision

Taken out of the gold mouth of our after

For they have spoken with the neo born

We now know as the Boanet

Building it a liar

Out of brick mud and all our hair

Digging wells to house our seed

Disintegrate the carotid barrel

In our ever grinding wheel of meat

We were forced to ingest

In the tooth round gears of our past

Now blood led we devour

All that ripen from their will to create