1. A Ritual

From the recording Dingir


Stars are falling overhead
In symmetry that’s planned
What has passed will come again
What is left will fade

Pillows of ash above pompeii
Pillars of stone to dust
A keyhole glimpse into a future
The Grand lodge doors will rust

In seven days you’ll lose control
But what becomes of us?
The Suffering on foreign shores
The hallowed signs of love