This Mortal Soil

Floating in red again

A deepened soil

Nothing

Empty cup

Trade not known

Showing promise of a perfect land

No regrets for a fallen ground

The omen passed, the woman possessed

Reflect on the duties held

Oceans morph to dust

Chasing the timeline

Bolts of light flash

Original storm god

The atmosphere that floats above the earth is corrupt for man

This we know

What has dwelt within the early dawn has gone away

That's okay

Dig

Climb

Ancient elm

Root

Ride the vine of father ground our carving

Dig

Climb

Ancient elm

Root

Ride the vine of father ground our carving

The atmosphere that floats above the earth is corrupt for man

This we know

Circle

Made of ash

Betray her presence

Huntress

Gentle breath

Listen to the poison rose