paroles de chanson Drain of Incarnation - Archspire
When
the
trade
had
happened
They
could
barely
notice
Acting
undefeated
As
if
the
breed
were
their
own
blood
Getting
integrated
With
the
knowledge
of
it
As
they
feed
it
on
enamel,
nail
and
bone
I
can
tell
you
confidently
That
whatever
you
believe
in
You
would
throw
it
all
away
And
beg
a
god
in
any
heaven
To
rid
your
brain
of
how
it
feeds
Taking
the
place
of
us
Our
kind
made
to
grow
into
Ignis
Nativitas
Hatching
to
immolate
Newly
woken
lit
on
fire
Many
of
them
enter
Mended
all
together
Burning
in
a
whaling
alter
Defects
erupt
from
the
bowers
Competing
without
cause
or
intent
For
a
chance
to
live
Riding
up
the
root
of
rotting
Intertwining
infant
limb
and
natal
liquid
Leaking
out
of
every
tunnel
In
the
blackened
multitude
Of
ever
growing
living
yelling
tar
When
the
trade
had
happened
They
could
barely
notice
Acting
undefeated
As
if
the
breed
were
their
own
blood
Getting
integrated
with
the
knowledge
of
it
As
they
feed
it
on
enamel,
nail
and
bone
I
can
tell
you
confidently
That
whatever
you
believe
in
You
would
throw
it
all
away
And
beg
a
god
in
any
heaven
To
rid
your
brain
of
how
it
feeds
Taking
the
place
of
us
Our
kind
made
to
grow
into
Ignis
Nativitas
Hatching
to
immolate
In
the
drain
of
incarnation
In
the
drain
of
incarnation
Ripped
from
the
scape
Peeling
of
like
bark
and
floating
Around
the
wreath
Of
terminated
incubation
Drawing
inward
Taking
with
it
all
the
rotting
fruit
that
fall
In
and
around
it
In
a
violent
cyclical
drain
of
incarnation
Boanet
Grown
and
fed
had
taken
flight
To
our
world
Riding
on
the
reveries
Of
the
unborn
and
dreaming
young
Futile
and
undefined
Minds
thrown
On
the
track
of
banshee
talon
Boanet
Grown
and
fed
had
taken
flight
To
our
world
Riding
on
the
reveries
Of
the
unborn
and
dreaming
young
Futile
and
undefined
Minds
thrown
On
the
track
of
banshee
talon
Torn
under
claw
in
the
wake
of
their
flight
They
manipulate
the
venom
Flowing
in
them
to
eliminate
us
Spiraling
into
the
drain
of
incarnation
Into
the
drain
of
incarnation
Spiraling
into
the
drain
of
incarnation
Into
the
drain
of
incarnation
Spiraling
into
the
drain
of
incarnation
Into
the
drain
of
incarnation
The
pulse
of
the
tide
rip
our
remains
Forever
into
the
drain
of
incarnation
Boanet
Grown
and
fed
had
taken
flight
To
our
world
Riding
on
the
reveries
Of
the
unborn
and
dreaming
young
Futile
and
undefined
Minds
thrown
On
the
track
of
banshee
talon
Boanet
Grown
and
fed
had
taken
flight
To
our
world
Riding
on
the
reveries
Of
the
unborn
and
dreaming
young
Futile
and
undefined
Minds
thrown
On
the
track
of
banshee
talon
Taken
by
the
pull
of
tide
Into
the
drain
of
incarnation
Riding
on
the
reveries
Of
the
unborn
and
dreaming
dead
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