Before anything expelled breath upon the earth Boanet had formed
Seething between any of the worlds that supported pumping vein ridden lifeforms for them to feed on
Gold blood
Breeding, any life will light a beacon
Leaching through the womb of any creature
Latching onto anything in utero and trading them with every living human newborn
Growing in each ripe host undetected
Gold blood courses inside the parasitic mouth
They will take us now
One could not escape the bind of that which cloud bloom and feed insidе the birthing caverns of their own kind
Thеy grow, we die
You would think that what they were and what they wanted would've mattered yet the many fell under their pliable delineator
Seething between any of the worlds that supported pumping vein ridden lifeforms for them to feed on
Gold blood
Breeding, any life will light a beacon
Leaching through the womb of any creature
Latching onto anything in utero and trading them with every living human newborn
Remaining undetectable up until the final fetal breach
Gold blood courses inside the parasitic mouth
Nothing ever written could define the global hell to follow
Prenatal inquiry during its trimester, sentencing could not begin to uncloak
The new lifeform that gnaw on the humans umbilical feed while it soaks in the swell of the host
A parallel dimensional metamorphosis immediately triggered by the scent of our realm
Claiming and leading our young into forced abandon
Bleed the future
On arrival, there is a shift in the voice of the witness
The future is bled
There is a cloud that forms over the eyes of the birther
When from the deep the creature is born
Within their blood they create, they will alter the end of the end
For in their mouth the future is made
If in the glare of their gold we burn our eyes
Look again, look again
For in their blood a new path awaits
Within their blood they create, they will alter the end of the end
If in the glare of their gold we burn our eyes
Look again, look again
They will take us now
One could not escape the bind of that which cloud bloom and feed inside the birthing caverns of their own kind
They grow, we die
You would think that what they were and what they wanted would've mattered yet the many fell under their pliable delineator
Seething between any of the worlds that supported pumping vein ridden lifeforms for them to feed on
Gold blood courses inside the parasite
Breeding, any life will light a beacon
Leaching through the womb of any creature
Latching onto anything in utero and trading them with every living human newborn
Remaining undetectable up until the final fetal breach
Gold blood
Animated into matter, taking over the entire planet with a foreign power they inherently developed over many eons in a battle to consume our kind
The future is bled
The future is born
The future is gone
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