Sand Baptism - Rivers of Nihil

He stares at the sky

Humbled by what he does not know

One looming eye

Its secrets still beyond his hold

«Why do you choose to taunt us so?»

«What earthly discourse could you know»

Fruitlessly reap and sow

Anointed in the sand below

Conduit;

the sun speaks to you

In consummate form this child now is imbued

Collective incumbent, the way revealed to you

This congregation folds upon the grains that you choose

Born of the sand

The scraping masses of life

Born of the sun

May they be lifted on high

Born of the blood

Their sacrifice to the circles, when they are brought to the stone

Those born of blood, sand, stone

They have no right

Transcending what is known

I am the light

I am the sun

And I am the moon once told of

Empty my skin, I am ready

I am the sun

I am the moon

Empty your skin

I am ready

Born in the ash and then lead to the surface

Our day will never end

Born in the ash and then lead to the surface

The monarchy of the sun

Born in the ash and then lead to the surface

The sun will never set

Born in the ash and then lead to the surface

I am the way and the truth

Born of the sand

The scraping masses of life

Born of the sun

May they be lifted on high

Born of the blood

Their sacrifice to the circles, when they are brought to the stone.

I am the sun

And I am the moon once told of

Empty my skin, I am ready… for aeons to come

I am the sun

I am the moon