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

We now begin the crawl
The ritual it embedded in our brain
To make it open
We kneel around the well
In the room we allocated at our home
To be an alter
We grind the skin against the brick
Until we see the white of bone
Behind the red
We etch in the brick with its skeletal chalk
The name of the child that we’re grinding
To harvest

Clipped Pulled Cut
With tooth and nail now ground to dust
we open it
We fed it now we wait until the gold

Leaning over blood and brick
We coat around the teeth of it
The powder that we grinded up
Will make the Boanet reopen

Biting its own fleeing tongue
To fill it’s mouth with a pool of living gold
The pond of glowing alloy
That you look into will now begin
To cast your new life

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
Now blood led we devour
All they will to create

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
Giving them the power
To conduct the afterlife
Beyond the new world they’re creating
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

In the Golden Mouth of Ruin
Rid the young of all their teeth

Rearranging time
In the glaring Golden Mouth of Ruin
We reenact a life
Boanet pre-creates in their glowing gape
Their dislocating bite
To Become the law of all our endeavors
Gutting our believe to reel us
Everyone of our memories gone

Bow unto the Boanet embracing our defeat
To the new path they implant we are tied

The Golden Mouth Of Ruin
Reenact what they reflect
Inside the Golden Mouth of Ruin
Grip of time defied
In the glaring Golden Mouth of Ruin

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
Grown 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 could 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
Breeding any life will light a beacon
Leaching through the womb
Of any creature
Latching on to 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 could 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 on to 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