paroles de chanson Bleed the Future - Archspire
Before
anything
expelled
breath
upon
the
earth
Boanet
had
formed
Seething
between
any
of
the
worlds
That
supported
pumping
vein
ridden
lifeforms
for
them
to
feed
on
Gold
blood
Breeding,
any
life
will
light
a
beacon
Leaching
through
the
womb
of
any
creature
Latching
onto
anything
in
utero
and
trading
them
with
every
living
human
newborn
Growing
in
each
ripe
host
undetected
Gold
blood
courses
inside
the
parasitic
mouth
They
will
take
us
now!
One
could
not
escape
the
bind
of
that
which
cloud
bloom
And
feed
inside
the
birthing
caverns
of
their
own
kind
They
grow,
we
die
You
would
think
that
what
they
were
and
what
they
wanted
Would've
mattered
yet
the
many
fell
under
their
pliable
delineator
Seething
between
any
of
the
worlds
That
supported
pumping
vein
ridden
lifeforms
for
them
to
feed
on
Gold
blood
Breeding,
any
life
will
light
a
beacon
Leaching
through
the
womb
of
any
creature
Latching
onto
anything
in
utero
and
trading
them
with
every
living
human
newborn
Remaining
undetectable
up
until
the
final
fetal
breach
Gold
blood
courses
inside
the
parasitic
mouth
Nothing
ever
written
could
define
the
global
hell
to
follow
Prenatal
inquiry
during
its
trimester,
sentencing
could
not
begin
to
uncloak
The
new
lifeform
that
gnaw
on
the
humans
umbilical
feed
while
it
soaks
in
the
swell
of
the
host
A
parallel
dimensional
metamorphosis
immediately
triggered
by
the
scent
of
our
realm
Claiming
and
leading
our
young
into
forced
abandon
Bleed
the
future
On
arrival,
there
is
a
shift
in
the
voice
of
the
witness
The
future
is
bled
There
is
a
cloud
that
forms
over
the
eyes
of
the
birther
When
from
the
deep
the
creature
is
born
Within
their
blood
they
create,
they
will
alter
the
end
of
the
end
For
in
their
mouth
the
future
is
made
If
in
the
glare
of
their
gold
we
burn
our
eyes
Look
again,
look
again
For
in
their
blood
a
new
path
awaits
Within
their
blood
they
create,
they
will
alter
the
end
of
the
end
If
in
the
glare
of
their
gold
we
burn
our
eyes
Look
again,
look
again
They
will
take
us
now!
One
could
not
escape
the
bind
of
that
which
cloud
bloom
And
feed
inside
the
birthing
caverns
of
their
own
kind
They
grow,
we
die
You
would
think
that
what
they
were
and
what
they
wanted
Would've
mattered
yet
the
many
fell
under
their
pliable
delineator
Seething
between
any
of
the
worlds
That
supported
pumping
vein
ridden
lifeforms
for
them
to
feed
on
Gold
blood
courses
inside
the
parasite
Breeding,
any
life
will
light
a
beacon
Leaching
through
the
womb
of
any
creature
Latching
onto
anything
in
utero
and
trading
them
with
every
living
human
newborn
Remaining
undetectable
up
until
the
final
fetal
breach
Gold
blood
Animated
into
matter,
taking
over
the
entire
planet
With
a
foreign
power
they
inherently
developed
over
many
eons
In
a
battle
to
consume
our
kind
The
future
is
bled
The
future
is
born
The
future
is
gone
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