Weightless I drift in a sea of dark tranquillity

I drift to the light, a lone lantern in the dead of night

Limitless limbs unfurl before the sun in ecliptic malformation

Appalled and mesmerized by this grotesque garden of eyes

Unable to shut my sight

Fate incarnate weaving the road

Silken tongues creeping down my throat

O' numinous one

The Orbit Weaver

Her sea of strings drags me towards the fire

In destined death

My passage was spun in the stars

Sovereign of spheres

The Orbit Weaver

I plead you to disentangle me from

This constellation

Let my fate be mine

Watching my world entombed in a veil as pale as the infertile moon

Its orbit uncoiled, now wandering the endless void

Boundless amounts of bewailing spirits pulled to their purgatorial rest

In streams of woeful chants, weeping as one in trance

Waves of web flood the cosmos

Enslaving us all in comatose

Blindly we bleed on predestined paths of strings

By this omnipotent god of fate

Is there no escape?

The Orbit Weaver

Her sea of strings drags me towards the fire

In destined death

My passage was spun in the stars

Sovereign of spheres

The Orbit Weaver

I plead you to disentangle me from

This constellation

Let my fate be mine