CYBERIAN HEAVEN Bowels Of The Bardo

Oh child of noble family, see in this way without So worried about boiling yet you wont get out of the water They are the herd in your eyes yet youre the next in line to slaughter I will never bend the knee to gods or devils or anything in between Thousands of different forms, Thousands of different shapes You are bound. Were not the same Crawl through the chaos Last through the aeons Relish to wade in the mud Face the sight of your blood Oh child of the bowels turn away from the sword So youll be forced to wander. Forever craving more I will never bend the knee to gods or devils or anything in between Thousands of different forms, Thousands of different shapes You are bound. Were not the same Crawl through the chaos Last through the aeons Relish to wade in the mud Face the sight of your blood In fear. You will escape. Wherever you can. Take the pain Integrate And arise a god.