Tia-Mat

Primordial canvas, endless nothing
No future or past, just the mystery
Creation of destruction, matching souls
Matter and time, living dynamos
Disturbed and annoyed, the fate is born
Restless and focused, childish form
Feast of the famine, uncalled by name
The images shall be whole, first among them

Living myths have crumbled to the build of a reverie
Changes come to grievance for the crying eyes
Begging postures from the sacred divinity
The gods had spoken and end is nowhere near

Thrones of the gods, stars on the sky
Reign of the men, sancturary of stone
Diligent eyes, wisdom of ears
Abyss of beings, temples of vanity
Betrayal his own, battling inner self
Monsters of dread, poisoned by wrath
Rage and death, set their paths
Godlessness are pure, and blood has painted red

Living myths have crumbled to the build of a reverie
Changes come to grievance for the crying eyes
Begging postures from the sacred divinity
The gods had spoken and end is nowhere near