In death we will ascend, and only in death will we interview that which formed us from this cold dark lifeless earth, for it is in this journey that we evolve into our true state. We were created in love, and now we're born into hate... born into hate.

Incontrovertible rest, our darkened eyes will never open, and our vision will never be shaded again by the relentless hands of time. Our mortal flesh is nothing but a mantle of corruption, unveil and deliver into the hands of our Creator, to justify our requital, to justify our atonement. We were birthed from the ground, and to the ground we shall return. We are a breed of dirt. We were birthed from the ground, and to the ground we shall return. We are a breed of dirt.... We are eternal.

Although our bodies - stored six feet deep in their decomposing displays - will never witness the light of day, I arise through the dirt and up past my grave. Although our bodies - stored six feet deep in their decomposing displays - will never witness the light of day, I arise through the dirt and up past my grave.

This is the end... This is the end, this is our final ascent... ascent... this is our final ascent. Great architect of time. Thunder rolling, nature preparing, for the mighty atmospheric retreat. Cure me with Your wisdom, consume my heart, en-light my mind, behold the great harbinger... the great harbinger... the great harbinger.

We are... We are... We are eternal.

Although our bodies - stored six feet deep in their decomposing displays - will never witness the light of day, I arise through the dirt and up past my grave. Although our bodies - stored six feet deep in their decomposing displays - will never witness the light of day, I arise through the dirt and up past my grave.

We're all born into hate... into hate.