Antediluvian Sod

Virgin lands of the guardian spirit Unmarked no human pattern My soul rest in a drop of water Melting tears of an ending winter Soon to be frozen by the coldest stars Born again in a boiling sun The sound of a lost river Trying to find his mother Witness of reawakening Wich will be our destiny Death will be birth As we walk off the earth Death will be birth As we walk off the earth Bodies will feed Germs will breed Bodies will feed Germs will breed