Laihem's Golden Pits

Swirling, writhing, life with and
Without form
Explosive exploration
Continuous chemical renewal
A monstrous forge surging blind

To be so fearlessly devoured by
Cursed light

This planet is chaos alive
It makes me wish for silence
A day that near runs the night
It makes me felt a life to come

Flight mode engaging
Infinite windows
Wildly open and close
The savage grounds have us tethered
We need to make it back

At the pits of Laihem
Every cell inside our bodies burns
To extract the unknown essence
A substance risen out of distant stars

From the pits of Laihem
Come the fumes of avarice and lust
Inciting states of mass delusion
Suddenly we no longer see the stars