Onward Procession II. The Soil Calls

Thrown into the depths A self-imposed exile Gnawing at the marrow The stragglers set to expire Breathe, breathe Unaware of the current, see the cost and its worth, unaware of our birth The necessity of a cleansing never evident before Unaware of the currency, the cost and its worth, unaware of our birth Attention must be paid Unaware of the current, see the cost and its worth, unaware of our birth Gnosis, a foundation, realizing Unaware of the currency, the cost and its worth, unaware of our birth And it's worth Unaware Attention you must pay