Nekyia – A Hill To Die Upon – letras

« But when with vows and prayersI had made supplication to the tribes of the deadI took the sheep and cut their throatsOver the pit, and the dark blood ran forthThen there gathered fromOut of erebus the spirits of those that are dead… « [- Homer, the odyssey]Pray for rain to wash awayThe blood and grease of warCommit to train the childrenTo slaughter the children of our mothers and fathersThe wheel spun wideGeometry lost its trueThe falcon has lost its gloved handSinking the heavy ship of all we knewThe center hasn’t fallen awayWe have cast if offWhere all the bloodWas spilt to call the ghostsThe buried us in the wounded groundUnder grass our decay made far too greenNekyiaWe dug a trench in the rhinelandLong as wind, payment for sinThe black ram was brought before the lordOf the lower third of afterworldSlouching towards bethlehem to be bornThe new birth beats on the walls of the womb of theWorld. Crawling fourth on four, the earth is tornBy claws, and two thousand year old hornsNekyiaWe dug a trench in the rhinelandLong as wind, payment for sinThe black ram was brought before the lordOf the lower third of afterworldBut instead of its blood being shedOur youth was released into the pitThe victor laid us down in our bedsThus it was spoke, and thus it was writEven the idea of a centerIs left outside to rustThe sun is falling to duskOn the gyre of the western worldThe wheel spun wide