Shipwrecked on the sea of birthstones

Cast away on strange elevations

Stained with cerulean and crimson

A welcoming cradle, oh planet oblivion

Ref:

How peculiar is the future

Which burns on vain mountains?

How fragile is the past

Broken by massive burdens?

A fallen seer listens to floating whispers

Takes the instrument of cruel creations

Breaths the virulent lore of carbon

Fills his lungs with a lambent phenomenon

Ref:

How peculiar is the future

Which burns on vain mountains?

How fragile is the past

Broken by massive burdens?

Heed our call, we are the makers of the cauldron