Ancestral, I - Rivers of Nihil

A mask burnt into my skin, ancestral I become

Woven into dust, they’re watching me

Now I need the pain, to return, to transcend and to believe

I need the pain

It’s all I am

A lesson to be learned

And be forgotten

A mask burnt into my skin, ancestral I become

Woven into dust, they’re watching me

To pretend to be detached from the fabric of constant change

To deny a connection to the threads that make you whole (x2)

But hell is what you need

To achieve

And maintain peace

It’s what you need

I need the pain

To feel alive

A lesson to be learned

When I shed my skin

To cherish tradition

I will claw beneath the folds

And find ash where the eyes should be

They’re collecting what’s left of my bones

And putting them in little jars

Adorning them with diamonds

And resting me below the sun

Ancestral I become

And woven into the dust, into the dust

A mask burnt into my skin, ancestral I become

Woven into dust, they’re watching me

Now I need the pain, to return, to transcend and to be free