A crawlspace of dreams and haunts
Somnambulescence halts
Imprints of light and dark, we walk on. Walk on
Faultlines that crack the heart
A mimicry of life and art
We meditate the state of our form and walk on

When the four winds stall
When the sirens call
When the sky breaks open, what there may fall?
Here rise a judgment song

Base ruminations stalk
Voices to rhyme and talk
Mete out a justice broke of our rock, our hearth
Fallen to knee they beg
Swept of a faulty leg
Jaundiced, corroded necks on a block, now chopped

When the four winds stall
When the sirens call
When the sky breaks open, what there may fall?
Our insurrection song

With Universal law
Adrift in myths of vengeance
Another kind of midnight
Blackens our skies

When the four winds stall
When the sirens call
When the sky breaks open, what there may fall?
When the heavens ring
And the celestials sing
When the sky breaks open, what there may fall?
Our retribution song